Excerpt from the lab's logbook:
"Day 4: He still hasn't spilled anything: neither where he's coming from, nor why he was visiting our town. All we know is that the constant teasing and tickling on his unbearably ticklish armpits drives him nuts. He has been reduced to a babbling, giggling, begging mess, and slowly but surely he seems to forget why he's actually here, why he's been captured, why he is being tickled to insanity. His quivering body desperately tries to escape from the new installment: we've covered him up for good so we're able to reach his vulnerable, exposed and cute, ticklish armpits without any help of tools. Jake is just in love with this giants armpits and keeps on raspberrying and kissing him there which drives him utterly crazy. We also found out how effective intensive teasy tickle-talk is to his reactions: it seems like he gets 1000 times more ticklish when we use cute and silly baby talk. He gets so adorably embarrassed when I call him my squeaky-toy, but that is basically what he is: An unbearably ticklish, sensitive, weak squeaky toy.
I slowly am worried: what if he actually talks? Are we going to free him, or should we actually keep him around? Tightly secured and tickled for the rest of his life?
Recently, when I made my nightly walks to him to ticklishly poke his sleepy underarms just for fun, I found out that, whenever he starts laughing and giggling, he produces a huge amount of electricity. He is a walking power plant and we definitely should investigate about that more."