You know what I'm glad you asked. Ever since the ironic weird beginning to me loving being tickled, I've had a mostly well under wraps fantasy about a Joker style tickle torture table/ bed, with automatic but not uncomfortable arm/ leg restraints, and what i can only describe as a forcefield? Like a bubble of electromagnetic waves that could go anywhere e.t.c.... oh and, for extra fun, the bed had a canister of the early non lethal laughing gas stuff attached to like, an anesthesia mask thing idk what they're really called. I still haven't knocked any of that tickle debt down yet. But the fantasy, driven again by massive tickle debt, is that idc who, thinks I'm someone they can break/ interrogate/ power trip on/ whatever "successfully" (lol) and i don't have to do anything but laugh my goddamn head off. Yep. That's the extent of it.