A handsome devious looking stranger with a penchant for bondage and tickling waving a feather at me? He must have free cookies! *heads towards*

I am forced to suppress a wicked grin as I see the kangaroo approach. Instead, I smile inoffensively and raise my open-palmed left hand towards you in a diplomatic gesture, opening my mouth as if to say something as I do so. Then, quick as a flash, the instant I see that the kangaroo's eye is drawn away by the movement of my left hand, my right has shot inside my jacket and shot back out again, coming to rest with my arm pointed straight towards the roo, a revolver with a grey metal barrel and wooden hand-grip at the roo firmly gripped in my right hand. I hold that pose for the barest instant, allow myself a playful little smirk, my aim holding rock steady, not wavering in even the slightest. Then, I squeeze the trigger...

However, there is no almighty bang of exploding gunpower and the splatters that appear on the roo's torso as I fire several times in quick succession aren't a horrific life-blood red, but instead a brilliant shade of clear-sky blue... The roo is knocked back very slightly as the painballs slam into his body, his dropped and now forgotten feather floating steadily to the ground, but he is not injured. His shocked eyes search mine for answers, the only expression evident on my face that of basest glee as I await the roo's reaction, still pointing my paintball gun squarely at his chest.

Notes:

1: Heh, I guess that wasn't quite what you expected, was it, Caroo? You see, I wanted to do a slightly nasty "fractured fairy-tales" type scenario in response to your question, but felt that I didn't want to do anything all that bad, partly because a defenceless tickle-roo like yourself doesn't deserve it and also partly because there's no need, I feel, for R-rated comments on a PG-rated artwork. Given that, I therefore choose paintballs.

2: I should point out that in real life I actually despise tricks like this with all my heart and soul. In fact, I think anyone who gets a kick out of putting someone or seeing someone being put in genuine fear of their lives (like what the asshats on Scare Tactics do) is just about one of the lowest acts any human can perform in the name of entertainment. Here in the fictional realms of furrydom though, where no one is going to potentially suffer permanent psychological damage from such events, I have to admit that such things become a Hell of a lot of fun to write about.

3: Yes, yes, I know that paintballs are fully capable of causing not inconsiderable injuries to people who aren't wearing protective gear and particularly when fired from close range, but considering how much furry not only breaks but utterly rends asunder the physical laws by which the real world operates (inflation and macro/micro art in particular comes to mind), I for one think that it is not at all unreasonable to feel that this is fairly tame unrealism by comparison, don't you think?

4: It's also worth noting that the paintball gun I was thinking of for the above mini-story, the Crossman3357, which I discovered after a very brief bit of research, actually exists. I chose it for it's appearance... very similar to a real gun...

http://haveblue.org/armory/crosman3357.jpg

5: Please feel free to either continue the story or not as you see fit, Caroo.

Hehe, that's cute, Caroo.

What do I do? ... ... ... *removes shoes and socks, then holds my wrists together so they can be tied without hastle* I'm a glutton for tickle, torture, I can't deny it ^^