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“You, uh. Sure know your way around a CRT,” Tenna says. “I didn’t know you were a mechanic.”
“I sell cars,” Spamton had replied, back when Tenna was addressing him. “If you talk [Big] with nothing to back it up, people think you’re a hack.”
“Well,” Tenna said, “are you?”
Spamton sprayed the compressed air into his smug face.
That would have been preferable to drowning in insulation foam and getting licked clean by a clown (“HANDS OFF THE [[Officil Merchandise]]!!”). Jevil’s nuisance was missed as soon it was over though, because then all he had was the realization that that was his last chance. To do what, he isn’t sure. To demand an apology. To explain why he ran away. To scream at him. To break that stupid screen himself, just to get it over with, and crawl inside there never to emerge. Then at least they’d be together.
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An unseen, silent, approximately 4 foot tall individual takes it upon himself to fix the fallen Lord of the Screens. To raise a middle finger to the mysterious phone-calling, prophecy-defining benefactor who screwed him over and made him a living puppet, of course. No other reason.
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08 Feb 2026
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Spamton accidentally falls out of the inventory after the events of Chapter 3. Alone and without anybody to help him in Castle Town, where mainly those who still know him aren't friendly to him, Spamton finds a recently-recruited television who doesn't recognize him whatsoever and chooses to use this to his advantage.
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“Okay. Look, I wasn’t totally bullshitting. I’m not really much of an actor. But that’s not…” He gritted his teeth, fingers curling into the leather of Tenna’s chair. “Tenna. You’re… at least three times my size.” Tenna tilted his head in confusion.
“I know?” he said.
“Yeah, but- Look, I read the script. And that fight… Do you, uh… really think that’s gonna be believable?” Tenna’s screen flickered.
“Oh!” he said suddenly, clapping his hands as the realization hit him. “I see!” Spamton let out a relieved sigh, his smile falling back into place.
“See what I mean? You’re gonna need someone closer to your weight class. I mean, obviously I could take ya’ in a more magical fight-” He definitely couldn’t but Tenna chose not to comment, “-but the way this one’s scripted, I don’t think it’s gonna work out.”OR: Tenna desperately wants to bring Spamton into one of his narrative episodes, but Spamton's not having it. Upon learning that his concern is with a fight-scene in the climax of the script, Tenna takes it upon himself to assuage his worries by teaching him the basics of stage combat. They both have more fun than they expected.