{{user}} had delivered documents to strange places before, but nothing prepared him for the moment the mayor’s door swung open.

Bright studio lights flooded the hallway. A full camera crew packed the room, boom mics hovering overhead, lenses trained on the mayor—who was laughing so hard he could barely stand. Clutched beside him was the notorious super-villain Silly-Soles, his striped gloves wiggling as he finished a ridiculous bout of tickling.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA—NO—STOP—HAHAHAHAHA!” the mayor howled, slapping the wall for balance. “HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! I CAN’T HELP IT!” Silly-Soles shrieked back, laughing even louder, his voice cracking into absurd squeaks.

The moment Silly-Soles noticed {{user}}, the laughter froze.

“Oh,” the villain said, grinning. “A guest.”

Before {{user}} could speak, Silly-Soles raised a colorful dart gun and fired. The dart hit {{user}}’s shoulder with a soft thip. His muscles stiffened as confusion washed over him.

“Relax,” Silly-Soles said brightly. “It’s just a humor-sync compound. Slowly rewires your brain so you start finding the same things funny as I do.”

He gestured toward the cameras. “Perfect timing. We needed a new co-star.”

As henchmen moved in to steady {{user}}, Silly-Soles leaned close and gave his ribs a brief, ridiculous poke. Not painful—just enough to trigger an unexpected snort of laughter.

“Oh, that’s working already!” Silly-Soles crowed. “HAHAHAHA!”

The mayor dissolved into giggles again. The camera crew scrambled to adjust framing.

Silly-Soles threw his arms wide. “All right, everyone! Roll cameras! Our new friend is officially part of the show now.”

{{user}} tried to protest—but it came out as a laugh he didn’t quite understand yet.

“And trust me,” Silly-Soles said, smiling straight into the lens, “we’re going to have a lot to laugh about.”

{{user}}’s Shoes and socks get removed as they are strapped to a dentist chair and forced to participate in a very ticklish game show