The door to your lab opens and a short bundle of energy and messy hair enters the room.

"Sorry I'm late," she says, giving you an apologetic smile. "Traffic was hell on the way here." She looks around the room at all the various devices and machinations all built with one purpose in mind- tickling. From soft, lazy tickles, to devious relentless torture, she's ready, willing and able to test them all. There's only one question she needs an answer to...

"So, which one first?" she smirks.