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The show today was horrible.
The views were lower than usual, the crowd more quiet than before, what even went wrong? It was the usual stuff they aired.
Spamton was frustrated, what did they even do that dropped the views this drastically? He couldn't figure it out, he was fuming. To let go off some steam, he walked by the balcony of the studio and lit up a cigar.
While he was out smoking his stress away, Tenna was, instead, deeply saddned and a bit panicked, why did less and less people stop watching? Was his show getting old? Did everyone get tired of him?
No.
TV never gets old, it's an endless free entertainment after all! Who could get tired of it?
.
..
Well, apparently the missing usual viewers were.
He was pacing nervously around his changing room, shrinking more and more by each moment, occasionally sitting down on his couch for a while and rapidly bounce his leg up and down. Lots of his worried employers would knock on his door one by one, considering that after recieving the news for the drop of viewers, Tenna frantically ran off the stage once the recording was over, everyone was expressing their concerns over the other side just to all be dismissed by Tenna, saying that he calmed down now, but oh was he lying.
Why you may ask? He needed some time alone to think back about his mistakes done during the airing, he didn't want to see anyone.
.
Spamton.
That's the only person he wants to see at the moment. His beloved business partner.
Just as he was right about to stand up, a last knock was heard, the TV head sighed annoyingly.
"How many times do I have to tell you guys? I'M DOING FINE-"
"[Boob tube] ?? You sound agitated. Are you sure you're alright [dollface] ?" The man on the other side spoke.
"O-oh, it's just you Spammy... Come in, please." He replied, sounding desperate on the last part.
Now with his consent, the mailman walked in with an already lit up cigar on his mouth, moving it to one of his hands once he had closed the door and took one look at his business partner.
"Jeez, you alright Ant? You look [Terrible !!]" He walked up torwards the visibly-smaller sized TV and put his cigar on his own ashtray he had forgotten in this changing room, before then sitting down next to the other man.
"I-I'm just so confused ! Did I mess up something that made our beloved viewers so upset? I-is TV just getting boring? Am I boring?" He desperately rested his hands on his barely lit up screen.
"Now now, don't go around saying this stuff [cathode] you did nothing wrong !! Also TV isn't getting [Older !!] People just don't appreciate you enough Tenns, you did great today actually." He tried reassuring him and rested his arm on top of his partner's shoulders, Tenna sighed and laid his head against Spamton before grabbing one of his hands.
"..Thank you Spammy. At least you know how to cheer me up..." He sighed, still not returning to his normal size.
Spamton fully wrapped one arm around him as he looked behind him. He proceeded to grab his still lit up cigar and turned back to attempt giving it to Tenna.
"Would perhaps a [Dragging] cheer you up Ant?" He offered.
"Come on, you know i don't smoke those nasty things, I prefer plain cigarettes." A very faint smile finally reappeared on his face.
"Well, trying won't hurt right?"
"You're unbelievable." His smile slightly growing along with his size as he took the cigar from his hands, laying it then between his lips.
.
For a few minutes, the two were just sharing the cigar by passing it to the other while conversating about whatever, Tenna slowly getting happier again while growing back his size.
All of a sudden, while Spamton was blowing the last drag with his cigar, an idea lit up in his mind.
"Hey [Cathode] do you mind if I try something?" He asked ever-so innocently, Tenna croutched down a little, thinking nothing of it.
Big mistake.
With a smirk wider than Tenna's screen, the mailman gently rested his hand on the side of Tenna's face, Tenna's lips lightly parting from eachother by the surprise.
Spamton took the initiative and blew the cigar's last puff in the mouth of his business partner, the TV host's screen turning even redder than Mike's bowtie, quickly separating himself from Spamton's grasp.
"I hate you so fucking much Spamton." He spoke even if he did not mean it.
"Oh? What's that? The [G-Rated fun !!] [Television 30% Off !!] Said a curse word? Didn't even know you could do that." He teased him even more as he leaned back on the couch.
"Don't joke with me Spamton G. Spamton. You know perfectly I can swear whenever I want off screen." He tried so bad to act genuinely angry and offended, failing horribly at it.
"Come on doll, you know I'm messing with ye." He chuckled, Tenna couldn't help but chuckle lightly along with him.
Just like that, Tenna's smile once again returned on his face along with his normal size.
"There's the Tenna I know. You feeling [Better !!] Now?" Tenna nodded as he grabbed with two of his fingers Spamton's hand.
"Thank you Spammy, I don't know where I would be without you."
"Likely still shining like the [Shooting Stars !!] you are" Tenna very very lightly punching Spamton's shoulder with instead 3 of his fingers (afraid of knocking him down due to their height difference.)
"Now don't say that ! You helped me lots!"
"Still. You have lots of talent Tenns, you'd still be as famous as you are now." He gave him a smile back.
"Awh, thank you Spammy !" He smiled brightly as he leaned a slight part of his weight against Spamton to not crush him.
The two then once again starting to talk about anything, both being content of having eachother.