You know what to do.

Heck yeah we do.  Fill this one with a crackfic secondary timeline of a story too.  Two games in one!
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It was a dark and stormy night.  In space.  Somehow.  Meara entered the home, drenched from the storm.

Oh, wait, not that kind of crackfic.

Drenched with ions.  Because it was an ion storm.  Because.... Space.

Brun called from the kitchen, "You're late.  Again.  And don't ionize the rugs.  I just got them clean."

Meara was always ionizing the rugs.  A constant battle.  That Brun lost.  Every.  Time.

"The ions make me feel tingly!"

Brun sighed.  That was her response to everything.

The meatloaf makes me tingly.

Watching holovids makes me tingly.

Sleeping makes me tingly.

What did it mean??  Brun agonized daily over this question.  Was it a good thing?
A bad thing?  Both?  A stroke?  He'd never figured it out, but he had to keep trying.  The Space Kingdome depended on it.  Somehow.

If I wasn't working from home I would have to explain to my coworkers why I just burst out laughing.

I feel victorious....

Does it make you tingly?

Yes.  Oh crap!

Tingle, Tingle, Kooloh-Limpah!

Alternately, my favorite part of Final Fantasy XIV to date.

Water, water, froth and foam!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ldTM27mlc4

Can't watch the video right now but will try later.

Just wanted to note that the above sounds like some dirty Teletubby stuff and I'm confused again....

Tingle is very much supposed to illicit that kind of reaction, yeah.

Y'aaaall XD

Also https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tingler

FP for Gwydion!

Yay! Now if only I could transfer some of these over to poor Franz. :P

Franz can get a bunch of hunting compels when Fiona distracts him with a string.  Or a ponytail.  Or she just bends over to work on an engine.

None of these distractions would be intentional.

I wouldn't. You aren't quite on dear ol' Dad's level yet and he got Wrekt so...

To be fair to both dear ol' Dad and Gwydion, trying to parry being eaten by something whose jaws are bigger than you are doesn't work so well.

*takes off helmet*

I am no filthy casual.