well, somebody asked for this story to be reposted in the request forum, and after getting my innitil shock of the fact somebody requested one of my works i aggreed to post it when i posted the second chaptor of Stocksvill, so here i am following through with my agreement. This story is particulerly special to me because it is one of my first tickling fics, and because it is based on my favorite female charactor from the Final Fantasy series. Anyway, i hope everybody enjoys it.
Tifa in the gas chamber
By Cosmo_ac
Tifa Lockhart couldn’t believe her bad luck. It seemed just like yesterday she had been with Cloud and while things weren’t good, considering they had just lost Aeris and they were trying to stop Sephiroth from destroying the planet and all, she was enjoying spending time with him. But right now he was lost somewhere, even possibly dead. On top of that, there was now some type of Giant guardians walking the earth leaving a wake of destruction where ever they went. And for the final frosting on the cake, Tifa had found herself locked in a chair getting ready to be publicly executed for all the trouble that was going on.
“What a hell of a past forty-eight hours.” Tifa mumbled to herself. She had been escorted to the gas chamber by machine gun bearing guards. If there hadn’t been so many, she might have been able to make a break for it, but no such luck. Right now she was strapped to a chair waiting her fate. She turned towards the door as somebody came through.
“Well, I hope we’re comfy.” Scarlet smirked at Tifa.
“I’d feel more comfortable if you were in this chair.” Tifa remarked in a sickeningly sweet voice. Tifa had been locked in a large metal chair after being lead into the room.
“Well, I’m afraid that’s just not going to happen.” Scarlet said smiling. “What will happen, is in about two minutes, gas is going to start pouring into the room, and eventually your going to die.”
“So what type of gas is it going to be? Some type of gas that’s going to make my head explode? Or my lungs turn to liquid?” Tifa asked irritably.
“Well, we thought about that, but since there might be little children watching we decided to come up with something a little more children friendly.” Scarlet said as she pursed her lips. “So I did some last minute brainstorming and came up with something a little more…fun.” Scarlet smiled a sadistic smile.
“And what do you exactly call fun?” Tifa asked as she tested her bonds. They were solid steel holding her, no chance of breaking them.
“How about pumping the room full of laughing gas for starters?” Scarlet said.
“What?” Tifa wasn’t sure she had hard right. “Are you serious?”
“Yup. We figure it will be more children friendly if everybody saw you simply laugh yourself to death. Of course, it will take longer then any other of our gasses, and will certainly be longer and more torturous in the long run, but hey,” Scarlet shrugged. “We have to make it friendly for the kids right?”
“Yeah, right.” Tifa grumbled.
“We also put a few surprises in the chair just in case you try some martial arts controlled breathing thing.” Scarlet said.
“Gee, thanks.” Tifa said as she gave one last struggle before giving up on the chair.
“Well, I have to go now, have fun.” Scarlet waved bye before exiting through the door.
“Yeah, tons of fun.” Tifa grumbled as she sat there waiting her fate. But Scarlet was right though, she knew a martial arts breathing techniques that would allow her to slow her breathing down a great deal. It wouldn’t save her from the gas, but it would take longer for her to be affected by it. So long as nothing broke her concentration, she would be fine. She closed her eye and began as she heard the hissing of gas beginning to flow into the room.
Suddenly she was jolted back to attention as she felt something gently brush her ribs. Tifa suddenly became aware that several thin metal tentacles were probing under her white cotton shirt. She felt about six on either side. They were happily vibrating as they ran up and along her body. In all honesty she really wouldn’t have minded the stimulation under normal circumstances. It felt rather pleasant in a giggly type of way. But when she needed to concentrate they were the worst enemy in the world.
Two were probing her ribs, running along each rib two by two, while there was one snaked into each hairless pit. Two more were running circles around her belly, and a third was inside her bellybutton vibrating nicely. Two more were running along the undersides of her large breasts, which were extremely sensitive and was also one of the worst tickles. And finally, the last tentacle had slipped under her the waistband of her skirt and was tickling her sex through her silk panties.
It only took her a few seconds before her straight face went to smiles and from smiles to giggles and then laughter. If it was another situation, Tifa might have enjoyed the tickling. It wasn’t tickling her horribly, just a little more then playfully. She tossed her head back and laughed. As the two tentacles continued to sweep the underside of her breasts she regretted not wearing a bra, especially since her nipples where becoming rock hard. She felt the tentacle tickling her through her panties and it was driving her crazy. The vibrating tip hummed as it quickly flicked through her panties against her sex with feather light strokes.
“Oh god hahahhahahahahaahha” Tifa laughed uncontrollably. She shook her head back and forth laughing. The rib ticklers constantly lightly ran there fine point tips along the spaces in-between her ribs, counting them none-stop. The one in her belly button was driving her nuts. The two on her stomach where lightly tracing along her solid abb.’s, making them contract and expand rapidly. The ones in either armpit just squirmed around, lightly stroking where they could.
“hehheheheehehehehehehehehe oh man heeheh.” Tifa babbled. She watched in horror as the green gas got closer and closer until it totally enveloped her. At first she didn’t feel any different, but as time went by, Tifa began to feel the effects of the gas. Suddenly the tickling before that had been just been a little more then playful and producing light laughter was now unbearably intense and producing gut wrenching guffaws and hysterical laughter. She was starting to realize what Scarlet meant by a torturous death.
“HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!” Tifa wailed. It seemed, every time she took a new breath, it was lost again in new gales of laughter. Tifa didn’t know she was capable of laughing this hard. Her body was practically shaking with it. Tifa came to a realization while she was strapped in the torture chair. While she was laughing like crazy and the tickling was driving her nuts, she wasn’t exhausted in the least bit. She hadn’t begun to sweat and her lungs, which had a capacity any swimmer would kill for, hadn’t begun to burn yet. Her sides weren’t even aching. It dawned on her suddenly that her great physic she was so proud of and worked so hard to gain and maintain, was going to do nothing more now, then increase the length of her torturous death.
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30 minutes later…
“HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” Tifa practically screamed. Tifa’s side had begun hurting not to long ago and her lungs were starting to burn. Sweat ran down her body and plastered the top of her shirt too her chest. Tears were openly flowing from her eyes as she was somehow laughing even harder then before.
“HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” To makes matters worse, some of the ticklers had changed position for better affect. The two that had been tickling her armpits had switched to tickling the bottom of her ample breasts when the tickling sensation was dying down from all of her sweating. Meanwhile, the two that had been tickling her breasts before, centered on her swollen nipples. The two tentacles formed a sort of L shape, one part pressing lightly against the tip of her nipples while the tops of the tentacles traced around the edges in a clockwise motion, making them look almost like a mathematical compass. The belly button tickler and rib ticklers stayed in the same place, kneading her ribs mercilessly and probing her bellybutton with hesitation. The two ticklers that had been swirling around her tight stomach had slipped through the waistband of her skirt on either side. They rapped around her legs which, while unnerving, prevented her legs from cramping up with the gentle massage, and slipped into her boots where they probes her soles and in-between her toes questioningly. The tickler in between her legs continued to quickly flick its pinhead-sized tip against Tifa’s sex, and was merciless. Not only did it tickle beyond belief, it turned her on completely. She had never felt so horny in her life, and even if the ticklers weren’t attacking her breasts feverishly, her nipples would still be hard as diamonds.
“HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAH PPLLLLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHPPPPPP!” She begged as she screamed laughter. But her begging fell on deaf ears. She just prayed she died soon.
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30 min later…
“…” Tifa laughed silently. She had been laughing silently and sobbing for the last ten minutes. She found she just couldn’t laugh anymore. The tears had finished running from her face and her hair was matted down from sweat. Her face was so red it looked like it was going to explode. Her shirt had invariably been ripped off and her upper body was beaded in sweat. Her large breasts, which normally would have been giggling like jelly on a washing machine full of softballs from all the laughter now that they were free of there cotton restraints, were relatively being held in place by the devious ticklers.
“…” Tifa wanted to die. Her sides hurt from the inside out from the laughter she had been forced to create. She could never have imagined that tickling and laughter could be used as such an effective means of torture. She would have preferred electrocution or hanging to this. None of the ticklers had changed position and if nothing more, they had sped up and the gas only made things worse. The tickler on Tifa’s crotch finally brought her to the first of what would quickly be a chain of orgasms that rocked her body to the very core. The first one was welcome relief from the teasing build-up. But she soon found that once she came the first time, the orgasms started to come fast and furious. In thirty minutes she had seven orgasms, each one more intense then the other. If she hadn’t laughed herself sore, she would have screamed herself sore. She doubted she would last another ten minutes at this pace.
Suddenly, the wall blew in. On the other side of the wall were Barret and Yuffie, both wearing gas masks. Barret took one look at the bound Tifa, and shot of her bonds with his arm-mounted machinegun.
“Let’s get you out’a here, girl.” Barret said as he picked up Tifa’s limp figure and threw her over his shoulder.
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Later…
“Wha…what happened?” Tifa asked as she sat up in bed. Yuffie was sitting beside her with a worried expression on her face.
“Don’t worry, we’re on the Highwind. We stole it when se busted out of there. You were pretty out of it.” Yuffie said. “We had to tie you down and sedate you until the gas wore off.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m alive.” Tifa said. She then realized she was still topless. “Um…Did anybody…” She let the question hang.
“Don’t worry. Nobody saw anything, except for me and Barret, and Barret thinks of you more like a second daughter, anyway.” Yuffie reassured her. She then passed Tifa a jacket. “I’ve been the only one in here watching you, to make sure you were ok.”
“Thanks.” Tifa said as she slipped the jacket on. She groaned as she moved. “I ache all over.” She hugged her sides.
“Well, you were almost tickled to death.” Yuffie giggled. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh but I think we have something that will make you feel better.” Yuffie walked over to a desk and picked up videotape. “This is what there were going to air once you were dead. We managed to get it when we broke in.” She tossed the tape to Tifa.
“Thanks.” Tifa said as she slipped the tape in one of her jacket pockets. “I don’t know what I would have done if this got out. Probably died of embarrassment if the laughing gas hadn’t killed me with laughter first.”
“Well, that’s not all we have.” Yuffie gave Tifa a mischievous grin. “Just follow me.” Tifa followed Yuffie into one of the spare rooms on the airship. She opened the door to the bedroom. “And here’s surprise number two!”
“If you don’t let me out of here right now, you’re going to be so sorry!” Scarlet said as she struggled on the bed. She was bound spread eagle to the bed, wearing only a g-string.
“We thought it might be good to take a hostage when we were escaping, so we grabbed her.” Yuffie said. She reached over and patted a small gas tank on the floor. “And we grabbed this too, just for kicks.”
“Oh really?” Tifa said as she picked up the gas container with one hand. It was about the size of a small fire extinguisher. She found a gas mask attached to the end
“We thought, since she’s a chairwoman on the Shinra board, she might have something useful.” Yuffie swung her hands behind her back as she talked a playful smile on her face. “We though you might be able to think of something to get her talking…” Yuffie giggled mischievously and looked at Scarlet.
“Oh this is going to be sweat.” Tifa said as she straddles Scarlet’s hips. “Time to see how long you can take it.”
“Well, I can see you too have a lot of catching up to do…” Yuffie looked at her feet and shuffled them around a bit.
“Would you like to help too, Yuffie?” Tifa smiled warmly. “Just do me a favor and get me a bunch of tickling tools. Chocobo feathers, shaving brushes, toothbrushes, vegtable oil, ice cubes, anything you can think of.”
“Right!” Yuffie said enthusiastically. “Oh and don’t worry about using up all that gas, we have a huge tank full in back that we picked up. Also Shinra doesn’t know where we are so you have days, if not weeks to work her over, so take your time.” Yuffie winked and then ran out to gather her tools.
“Now,” Tifa smiled as she picked up the gas mask and placed it over Scarlet’s struggling face. “We’re going to see just how much you can laugh.” She squeezed the trigger and watched as the green gas filled the mask. She watched as Scarlet’s face turned from that of an angry one to one of complete hysterics in minutes, as Tifa gently stroked one of Scarlets armpits to get her laughing. “You were right scarlet, this gas IS fun!”
Tifa in the gas chamber
By Cosmo_ac
Tifa Lockhart couldn’t believe her bad luck. It seemed just like yesterday she had been with Cloud and while things weren’t good, considering they had just lost Aeris and they were trying to stop Sephiroth from destroying the planet and all, she was enjoying spending time with him. But right now he was lost somewhere, even possibly dead. On top of that, there was now some type of Giant guardians walking the earth leaving a wake of destruction where ever they went. And for the final frosting on the cake, Tifa had found herself locked in a chair getting ready to be publicly executed for all the trouble that was going on.
“What a hell of a past forty-eight hours.” Tifa mumbled to herself. She had been escorted to the gas chamber by machine gun bearing guards. If there hadn’t been so many, she might have been able to make a break for it, but no such luck. Right now she was strapped to a chair waiting her fate. She turned towards the door as somebody came through.
“Well, I hope we’re comfy.” Scarlet smirked at Tifa.
“I’d feel more comfortable if you were in this chair.” Tifa remarked in a sickeningly sweet voice. Tifa had been locked in a large metal chair after being lead into the room.
“Well, I’m afraid that’s just not going to happen.” Scarlet said smiling. “What will happen, is in about two minutes, gas is going to start pouring into the room, and eventually your going to die.”
“So what type of gas is it going to be? Some type of gas that’s going to make my head explode? Or my lungs turn to liquid?” Tifa asked irritably.
“Well, we thought about that, but since there might be little children watching we decided to come up with something a little more children friendly.” Scarlet said as she pursed her lips. “So I did some last minute brainstorming and came up with something a little more…fun.” Scarlet smiled a sadistic smile.
“And what do you exactly call fun?” Tifa asked as she tested her bonds. They were solid steel holding her, no chance of breaking them.
“How about pumping the room full of laughing gas for starters?” Scarlet said.
“What?” Tifa wasn’t sure she had hard right. “Are you serious?”
“Yup. We figure it will be more children friendly if everybody saw you simply laugh yourself to death. Of course, it will take longer then any other of our gasses, and will certainly be longer and more torturous in the long run, but hey,” Scarlet shrugged. “We have to make it friendly for the kids right?”
“Yeah, right.” Tifa grumbled.
“We also put a few surprises in the chair just in case you try some martial arts controlled breathing thing.” Scarlet said.
“Gee, thanks.” Tifa said as she gave one last struggle before giving up on the chair.
“Well, I have to go now, have fun.” Scarlet waved bye before exiting through the door.
“Yeah, tons of fun.” Tifa grumbled as she sat there waiting her fate. But Scarlet was right though, she knew a martial arts breathing techniques that would allow her to slow her breathing down a great deal. It wouldn’t save her from the gas, but it would take longer for her to be affected by it. So long as nothing broke her concentration, she would be fine. She closed her eye and began as she heard the hissing of gas beginning to flow into the room.
Suddenly she was jolted back to attention as she felt something gently brush her ribs. Tifa suddenly became aware that several thin metal tentacles were probing under her white cotton shirt. She felt about six on either side. They were happily vibrating as they ran up and along her body. In all honesty she really wouldn’t have minded the stimulation under normal circumstances. It felt rather pleasant in a giggly type of way. But when she needed to concentrate they were the worst enemy in the world.
Two were probing her ribs, running along each rib two by two, while there was one snaked into each hairless pit. Two more were running circles around her belly, and a third was inside her bellybutton vibrating nicely. Two more were running along the undersides of her large breasts, which were extremely sensitive and was also one of the worst tickles. And finally, the last tentacle had slipped under her the waistband of her skirt and was tickling her sex through her silk panties.
It only took her a few seconds before her straight face went to smiles and from smiles to giggles and then laughter. If it was another situation, Tifa might have enjoyed the tickling. It wasn’t tickling her horribly, just a little more then playfully. She tossed her head back and laughed. As the two tentacles continued to sweep the underside of her breasts she regretted not wearing a bra, especially since her nipples where becoming rock hard. She felt the tentacle tickling her through her panties and it was driving her crazy. The vibrating tip hummed as it quickly flicked through her panties against her sex with feather light strokes.
“Oh god hahahhahahahahaahha” Tifa laughed uncontrollably. She shook her head back and forth laughing. The rib ticklers constantly lightly ran there fine point tips along the spaces in-between her ribs, counting them none-stop. The one in her belly button was driving her nuts. The two on her stomach where lightly tracing along her solid abb.’s, making them contract and expand rapidly. The ones in either armpit just squirmed around, lightly stroking where they could.
“hehheheheehehehehehehehehe oh man heeheh.” Tifa babbled. She watched in horror as the green gas got closer and closer until it totally enveloped her. At first she didn’t feel any different, but as time went by, Tifa began to feel the effects of the gas. Suddenly the tickling before that had been just been a little more then playful and producing light laughter was now unbearably intense and producing gut wrenching guffaws and hysterical laughter. She was starting to realize what Scarlet meant by a torturous death.
“HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!” Tifa wailed. It seemed, every time she took a new breath, it was lost again in new gales of laughter. Tifa didn’t know she was capable of laughing this hard. Her body was practically shaking with it. Tifa came to a realization while she was strapped in the torture chair. While she was laughing like crazy and the tickling was driving her nuts, she wasn’t exhausted in the least bit. She hadn’t begun to sweat and her lungs, which had a capacity any swimmer would kill for, hadn’t begun to burn yet. Her sides weren’t even aching. It dawned on her suddenly that her great physic she was so proud of and worked so hard to gain and maintain, was going to do nothing more now, then increase the length of her torturous death.
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30 minutes later…
“HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” Tifa practically screamed. Tifa’s side had begun hurting not to long ago and her lungs were starting to burn. Sweat ran down her body and plastered the top of her shirt too her chest. Tears were openly flowing from her eyes as she was somehow laughing even harder then before.
“HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” To makes matters worse, some of the ticklers had changed position for better affect. The two that had been tickling her armpits had switched to tickling the bottom of her ample breasts when the tickling sensation was dying down from all of her sweating. Meanwhile, the two that had been tickling her breasts before, centered on her swollen nipples. The two tentacles formed a sort of L shape, one part pressing lightly against the tip of her nipples while the tops of the tentacles traced around the edges in a clockwise motion, making them look almost like a mathematical compass. The belly button tickler and rib ticklers stayed in the same place, kneading her ribs mercilessly and probing her bellybutton with hesitation. The two ticklers that had been swirling around her tight stomach had slipped through the waistband of her skirt on either side. They rapped around her legs which, while unnerving, prevented her legs from cramping up with the gentle massage, and slipped into her boots where they probes her soles and in-between her toes questioningly. The tickler in between her legs continued to quickly flick its pinhead-sized tip against Tifa’s sex, and was merciless. Not only did it tickle beyond belief, it turned her on completely. She had never felt so horny in her life, and even if the ticklers weren’t attacking her breasts feverishly, her nipples would still be hard as diamonds.
“HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAH PPLLLLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHPPPPPP!” She begged as she screamed laughter. But her begging fell on deaf ears. She just prayed she died soon.
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30 min later…
“…” Tifa laughed silently. She had been laughing silently and sobbing for the last ten minutes. She found she just couldn’t laugh anymore. The tears had finished running from her face and her hair was matted down from sweat. Her face was so red it looked like it was going to explode. Her shirt had invariably been ripped off and her upper body was beaded in sweat. Her large breasts, which normally would have been giggling like jelly on a washing machine full of softballs from all the laughter now that they were free of there cotton restraints, were relatively being held in place by the devious ticklers.
“…” Tifa wanted to die. Her sides hurt from the inside out from the laughter she had been forced to create. She could never have imagined that tickling and laughter could be used as such an effective means of torture. She would have preferred electrocution or hanging to this. None of the ticklers had changed position and if nothing more, they had sped up and the gas only made things worse. The tickler on Tifa’s crotch finally brought her to the first of what would quickly be a chain of orgasms that rocked her body to the very core. The first one was welcome relief from the teasing build-up. But she soon found that once she came the first time, the orgasms started to come fast and furious. In thirty minutes she had seven orgasms, each one more intense then the other. If she hadn’t laughed herself sore, she would have screamed herself sore. She doubted she would last another ten minutes at this pace.
Suddenly, the wall blew in. On the other side of the wall were Barret and Yuffie, both wearing gas masks. Barret took one look at the bound Tifa, and shot of her bonds with his arm-mounted machinegun.
“Let’s get you out’a here, girl.” Barret said as he picked up Tifa’s limp figure and threw her over his shoulder.
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Later…
“Wha…what happened?” Tifa asked as she sat up in bed. Yuffie was sitting beside her with a worried expression on her face.
“Don’t worry, we’re on the Highwind. We stole it when se busted out of there. You were pretty out of it.” Yuffie said. “We had to tie you down and sedate you until the gas wore off.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m alive.” Tifa said. She then realized she was still topless. “Um…Did anybody…” She let the question hang.
“Don’t worry. Nobody saw anything, except for me and Barret, and Barret thinks of you more like a second daughter, anyway.” Yuffie reassured her. She then passed Tifa a jacket. “I’ve been the only one in here watching you, to make sure you were ok.”
“Thanks.” Tifa said as she slipped the jacket on. She groaned as she moved. “I ache all over.” She hugged her sides.
“Well, you were almost tickled to death.” Yuffie giggled. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh but I think we have something that will make you feel better.” Yuffie walked over to a desk and picked up videotape. “This is what there were going to air once you were dead. We managed to get it when we broke in.” She tossed the tape to Tifa.
“Thanks.” Tifa said as she slipped the tape in one of her jacket pockets. “I don’t know what I would have done if this got out. Probably died of embarrassment if the laughing gas hadn’t killed me with laughter first.”
“Well, that’s not all we have.” Yuffie gave Tifa a mischievous grin. “Just follow me.” Tifa followed Yuffie into one of the spare rooms on the airship. She opened the door to the bedroom. “And here’s surprise number two!”
“If you don’t let me out of here right now, you’re going to be so sorry!” Scarlet said as she struggled on the bed. She was bound spread eagle to the bed, wearing only a g-string.
“We thought it might be good to take a hostage when we were escaping, so we grabbed her.” Yuffie said. She reached over and patted a small gas tank on the floor. “And we grabbed this too, just for kicks.”
“Oh really?” Tifa said as she picked up the gas container with one hand. It was about the size of a small fire extinguisher. She found a gas mask attached to the end
“We thought, since she’s a chairwoman on the Shinra board, she might have something useful.” Yuffie swung her hands behind her back as she talked a playful smile on her face. “We though you might be able to think of something to get her talking…” Yuffie giggled mischievously and looked at Scarlet.
“Oh this is going to be sweat.” Tifa said as she straddles Scarlet’s hips. “Time to see how long you can take it.”
“Well, I can see you too have a lot of catching up to do…” Yuffie looked at her feet and shuffled them around a bit.
“Would you like to help too, Yuffie?” Tifa smiled warmly. “Just do me a favor and get me a bunch of tickling tools. Chocobo feathers, shaving brushes, toothbrushes, vegtable oil, ice cubes, anything you can think of.”
“Right!” Yuffie said enthusiastically. “Oh and don’t worry about using up all that gas, we have a huge tank full in back that we picked up. Also Shinra doesn’t know where we are so you have days, if not weeks to work her over, so take your time.” Yuffie winked and then ran out to gather her tools.
“Now,” Tifa smiled as she picked up the gas mask and placed it over Scarlet’s struggling face. “We’re going to see just how much you can laugh.” She squeezed the trigger and watched as the green gas filled the mask. She watched as Scarlet’s face turned from that of an angry one to one of complete hysterics in minutes, as Tifa gently stroked one of Scarlets armpits to get her laughing. “You were right scarlet, this gas IS fun!”
