Heartless?? I do have a heart, made of gold. Or is it stone? Sometimes I get materials mixed up like that... Maybe it just turns to stone when I enter the playroom? ;-). I'm only kidding of course. You would always know that you were safe in my playroom. That doesn't mean you wouldn't be a babbling mess, begging for mercy...but still within reasonable and safe limits, of course. Although I will say you probably shouldn't have told me, or reminded me, of how ticklish you are. So basically I could do everything we've talked about here so far up until the point before I mentioned electro on your feet. ORRR I can just tickle torture you. Somehow I have a feeling that both scenarios would be equally as effective on you. Am I right?