Testing...

I had a job down at the toy factory. You know the one, in the Industrial Park, behind the Parmesan cheese plant.

I was working in Quality Assurance--they put me on the Tickle-Me Elmo line. I had to tickle every tenth Elmo to make sure he's ticklish.

Anyway, my finger ended up getting all misshapen and bloated, after touching so many Tickle-Me Elmos, so I went to the company doctor to have it checked out.

He said he'd seen that a lot, around the factory.

Apparently I have test tickler cancer.