To clarify: I'm confident that Sarah would never in fact tickle me in that spot because it would feel like too intimate a behavior for our platonic friendship. In a universe, however, where she were comfortable with it, and she found out what a devastating spot it is for me, I am completely confident I would absolutely be done for. Wickedly hypnotized by the undignified spectacle of my thrashing flailing hysteria, she would 100% destroy me without restraint or hesitation or compassion. She would probably feel bad about it later and sullenly apologize as is her pattern, but it would be too late: I would be gone, I would be done, I would be no more. I would have been consumed and atomized by her attentions to the wriggly susceptibility of my own ticklish hips.