[ Squirming around on the couch ends up in cushions being kicked off and Fjord frees himself with his entire front half hidden against the sofa, tucking his arms in tight so he can't be tickled. One of his legs is almost over the top of the sofa, trapped around Molly as he pants hard to catch his breath. ]
... Okay. Okay, no more. I'm gonna throw up burger if you tickle me again.
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... Okay. Okay, no more. I'm gonna throw up burger if you tickle me again.
[ Buuuurp. That's a threat. ]