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"Melting sulphur," was the innocent reply, followed with, "I'm building a bomb," not so innocently, as that jab always got a big rise out of his oldest brother Chuck. Chuck did not doubt for even a second that the young Marcus might figure out a way to blow the entire neighborhood to oblivion. Sure enough, Chuck bounded down the stairs swooped little Marcus up under his arm and raced upstairs like a halfback in full run, on to the bed room with a toss of the little guy onto one of the three beds. The total body nuclear rib tickle attack commenced, "BBah-bomm-mm-mm squad! N-n-n-no b-bombs! G-got it?" "Chuh-uh ha ha uh-key! Wait! Ha. Chucky! Chucky! Wait." An appeal to mercy from Chuck was about as useless as an appeal could get. Something begun by Chuck could only be ended by Chuck. Hell, for that matter, anything that dragged Chuck into action only ended if he decided it would end. Chuck was black and white - with a dash of pink. "P-pPp Pink belly!" the dreaded antiterrorist proclamation, then relenting with, "N-n- n-no b-bombs! G-got it?" Chuck stuttered, "Nnnnn-oh Bih-bombs! Kay?" "OK! Ha ha ha OK ha ha OK I give up," as Chuck, assisted by Aldo hit all the vulnerable tickle spots, mercilessly, "I give up. Ha ha ha. Stop I'm ha ha ha going to ahh ahh pee." And if they stopped, Marcus was apt to defy with, "Bombs!" and the tickle attack was resumed, "Haaaa haaa, st haaa stah ahpp ha stop, I'm gon a wet! Stooooop!" "Promise, Marcus!" Aldo was more laughing than stern, fingers poised for the next attack..