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Spamton was...used to being forgotten. Hell, it had been happening all his life, he had to get used to it eventually, right ?
Back in the cyber world, he had been thrown out by the queen and by his old "friends", that was fine. He was used to it by now, living in a dumpster was the norm for him these days.
When he had gotten the last call from Mike and had been calling back every day since then to end up talking to static it was fine. He didn't even need Mike ! He was used to talking to no one these days. He was fine.
And more recently, he had realised that lightners hardly paid attention to spam mail anymore. He couldn't blame them really, he knew that most of the time his advices and services were...less than recommendable. That was fine. It didn't even hurt that much anymore !
When he had gotten a second (or third ? He stopped counting his additional chances at life at this point) chance with Kris, a chance to help them and their friends on whatever their quest was, he had been the slighest bit relieved. He could move forward now. He was useful again, at least he knew that Kris wouldn't forget him that easily.
Kris had given him hope and for that, he was forever grateful.
But no hope could heal the pain that he had felt seeing his old "partner" again.
When he first saw Tenna's face through Kris's inventory, it had taken time for him to gather the courage to come out and face his old friend again. He knew they had had their arguments in the past but it was "water over the bridge"...probably.
Tenna had kept the pipis Spamton had gifted him back in the days, it was propably the sight of the well loved and taken care of egg that had motivated him to face Tenna.
And then...
...Tenna had forgotten him.
Hey ! He couldn't blame the guy ! He was so very far from the flamboyant business man he had been back in his (their...) glory days afterall. No really, even his voice was different and Tenna had a lot on his mind so it was fine that he had forgotten Spamton.
Really, truly, it was fine.
...so why did it hurt so much ?
As mentioned before, Spamton was used to the all-too familiar look of someone who didn't want to recognize the thing in front of them, it was his life's story afterall. When Tenna started freaking out and sprayed Spamton with whatever insect-spray Tenna had been carrying with him, Spamton shouldn't have been surprised. He didn't even know why he cared ! The TV guy was the only reason Mike had abandoned him, and look at him now ! All of that just to be abandoned and forgotten by the lightners.
Kind of...like him, now that he thought of it.
The abandonment and the loneliness he had to face, Tenna was going through it aswell and somehow, that thought made what was left of his broken heart hurt.
But he didn't care, he shouldn't care. Not even when the memories of the time spent with Tenna were the happiest moments of his dumpster-fire of a life.
---
Tenna had never been big on advertisements. Not only did he find them too invasive but they also stole his screen time. Who cares if some guy can give you a car tour around the town you live in ?! People should be watching him instead !
Has anyone really sane ever saw an ad and instantly got the urge to buy whatever was advertised ? Tenna highly doubted it, but afterall what did he know about lightners, right ? He was only the guy who showed them exactly what they wanted to see after a long day, the guy who distracted them from all their problems, the guy that made them happy.
But allas, the higher ups told him he had to make some place for the sponsors (something about needing to be funded ? Tenna had frankly not been listening). Orders from the house, he could (legally) not say no to this, so he had no choice but to cut himself off every thirty minutes or so to give the screen to their sponsors for a whole ten minutes. The decision was not up to him so Tenna had no choice. He had no choice but to sit in his room, watching the numbers of the audience drop drastically while he was helpless.
But now, all he could do was to suck it up and sit on the couch of his lodge, staring at the ceiling to pass the time.
Suddenly, he heard a timid knock on his door. None of his collaborators would have knocked so quietly, almost inaudibly, on his door and his fans, those who managed to bypass the security at least, were usually not that quiet behind his door. Tenna had no idea of who it could be.
A second knock, more insistent this time, they really weren't going away. Begrudgingly, Tenna got up from his couch and strode over his door to see who was bothering him during his (albeit undesired) break.
He opened the door to see a short, pale man with slicked-back black hair standing in front of him. He seemed nervous but, when he raised his head and got a good look at Tenna, seemed to relax ever so slightly.
"Ah, so it is you ! I was worried Mike might have given me the wrong directions."
Mike...?
Tenna was stunned by the mention of that name, so somehow the stranger took Tenna's silence a sign to keep talking.
"Name's Spamton ! Spamton G. Spamton, but my friends only call me by my first name." He said with the confidence of a salesman who rehearsed his speech every night.
"Aren't your first name and last name the same though ?" Tenna blurted out without really thinking.
Spamton seemed to pause for a second, staring at a point next to Tenna's head. Then without warning, he let out an incredulous laugh.
"Mama, I never even noticed ! They ought to be more creative with names these days I'm telling ya !"
Tenna might have found this guy weird if it weren't for the fact that he was starting to realise that the both of them seemed quite similar.
"I'm sorry but, why are you here ? I don't reckon seeing you around here before."
Spamton's smile dropped slightly but he kept the enthusiasm in his voice, still.
"Well, Mike mentioned your name on a call yesterday ! He said something about how you were a rising star in the television business and how he thought we should meet for a collab ! So he kind of gave me your address and well...here I am !"
Damn, he remembered now.
"Oh, oh ! Oh you're the "e-mail guy" ! Gosh, yes, Mike told me about you sometime ago, I didn't recognize you !"
He hastily got out of the doorway to let Spamton in.
"Man, I'm sorry for not catching on," Tenna apologized "I had completely forgotten about that phone call."
Spamton didn't seem offended. He offered Tenna a forgiving smile and sat himself on the host's couch.
"It's alright pal, I imagine your show must take up a lot of your time."
Tenna let out an exasperated sigh at the reminder of all the drama there has been between him and the higher ups about the ad breaks recently. He made his way towards his couch and limped next to Spamton, obviously a reasonable distance from him.
"Ugh, you don't know the half of it." his guest looked at him with an interested glint in his eye so Tenna took it as an invitation to keep talking. "The production guys have been bugging me all week about how we needed ad breaks during the show, but nobody even watches them ! People change channels as soon as the ads start," He turned to face Spamton, "no offense of course, I know advertisement is your thing, but it's just not good for the type of business we have going on here !"
The mailman gave Tenna a sympathetic look.
"They really won't listen to you ?"
Tenna groaned and put his face in his hands "No ! I know what the audience wants and they just won't listen to me, it's the worst !"
A silence stretched on for a few seconds before Spamton spoke up once more.
"Maybe I could help ?"
Tenna's hands fell in his lap as he looked at Spamton once more. He looked serious.
"Help ? How ?"
"well, it's like you said, advertisement is my thing, I know the in's and out's of the matter ! I'm sure I could knock some sense into your boss's heads !"
Tenna was dumbfounded by the man's offer. They had just met and he was this willing to help him out ? Tenna was...not used to such acts of kindness, he hardly believed Spamton would do this for free.
"What do you want in exchange ?"
"In exchange ?" Spamton repeated, incredulous, "Buddy, I'm doing this free of charge ! Take it as a friendship offering if you want."
A friendship offering ? For free ? Tenna felt his screen grow warm at the thought of someone he just met doing something for him purely out of kindness.
Plus, that was a salesman he was talking too, he knew the importance of being remunerated in this economy.
This Spamton guy was really going against his expectations.
"Well, it's a deal I suppose." Tenna offered Spamton his hand with a smile.
Spamton returned the host's smile and eagerly shook his hand.
"Although, I'll give you something in exchange." Tenna said, piquing Spamton's curiosity.
"Oh yeah ? And what might that be ?"
Tenna leaned back in the couch and looked at his new partner and...friend, with a strange feeling stirring in what would be his ribcage. He paid it no mind though, it was probably gratefulness or joy, although it had never felt this light before.
"You'll have full access to my lodge, even during the shows. You're free to come in and wait for my break so that we can spend some time together. You know, as collaborators."
Spamton seemed really touched by the proposition, he nodded excitedly.
"Oh I'd love that ! Free access behind the screen ? That sounds divine !"
Somehow, Tenna had the feeling Spamton and him would go far together.
---
"Have you ever thought about your legacy ?"
It was a late night in the studio. Tenna had finished his work for tonight and let the lower class guys handle the 2 am programs. He couldn't be up all the time afterall, let a guy relax !
He had gotten a call from Spamton asking if he could come over and Tenna had immediately agreed. The mailman's company was always a sweet relief from the harsh working hours. Tenna loved his job but damn, if it wasn't for the sake of being watched by thousands, he'd definetly reconvert.
They had been talking for a good hour, hanging out in Tenna room, exchanging program and marketing ideas and whatever crossed their minds. It wasn't the subject that mattered, it was the company afterall.
Then, Spamton had launched a subject neither of them had ever thought about before: what comes next ? Right now, they had everything, the fame, the looks, the glory, their friendship, but eventually, things were going to come to an end. At least Spamton thought so.
Tenna didn't.
"Legacy ? What for ? We have everything and trust me pal, it's going to last !"
However, Tenna's partner didn't seem so convinced.
"I don't know, I mean...Yeah, right now things are great but, eventually you'll have to pass it over to someone else, you know ? Not because you've lost your fame or anything but maybe just because you grow tired of the job eventually."
Tenna took some time to actually think about it. He took a seat next to Spamton, not too close but not too far away from him, before responding.
"Like, retirement ?"
Spamton smiled, apparently Tenna finally got what he meant.
"yeah, that ! Sometimes I wonder if my little guys will be able to handle the job but I don't know about you, do you have anyone that could continue your glory ?"
"Oh well," Tenna waved his hand in a dismissive gesture "I'm sure some guy from the studio might be able to handle the entertainment like they're doing now, but I don't know if..." he paused for a second, then look Spamton dead in the eyes, "Wait. What do you mean "your little guys" ?"
Spamton looked confused for a second then a look of understanding flashed accross his face and he burst out laughing, leaving Tenna to stare at him confused.
"You have kids ?!" Tenna pushed, grabbing Spamton by the shoulders but not being able to stop his laughter, "Spam answer me ! Who's the father ?!"
Spamton's laughter eventually eased down but he still took his sweet time before answering Tenna's inquiry, a lopsided smile on his face.
"My pipis, my little guys ! You've seen them before, they're my best seller !"
Ah, the pipis. Spamton's weird rendition of "eggs" (although he never called them that himself, something about copyright), he had shown them off to Tenna before but he had never considered the miniature versions of Spamton that came out of them to actually be anything close to being Spamton's children.
"They never last long before eventually leaving their hatching place but I'm sure I could raise one to take the business for me" Spamton continued, interupting Tenna's wild train of thought.
"They're...your kids ?" Tenna asked, unsure.
Spamton snorted at that, still smiling
(The bastard was cute, Tenna thought, that face should be on tv.)
"Not really ? I mean I produce them but I don't erm...lay them."
The mental image of Spamton laying eggs briefly crossed Tenna's mind and now he wished he could bleach his memory.
"Right" Tenna sighed and let go of his death grip on Spamton's shoulders, "Man, you scared me there !"
"Sorry pal, I didn't think I'd need to explain myself !"
Tenna frustratedly hid his face in his hand and let out a long sigh. Spamton thankfully let the silence stretch on for a bit, they both needed a break from talking.
Eventually though, Spamton has to break the silence.
"...I have something for you, actually." He muttered sheepishly
Tenna raises his head from his hands and stared at Spamton expectedly. The shorter man looked away a bit embarrased but ultimately gathered his courage to show his friend what he bad been meaning to gift him.
From his back pocket, angel knows how it managed to fit in there, Spamton takes out a small pipis, shiny and decorated with a little pink bow on it.
Tenna was stunned by the reveal, the silence was making Spamton uncomfortable this time so, against his better judgement, he started rambling.
"it's huh...It's for what I mentioned before, you know ? Legacy and...stuff. I assume you don't have kids- or maybe you do ! But since I never saw any or mentioned any I thought you could use a bit of company when I'm not here and use it as a way to...remind you of...me ?"
Tenna reached for the pipis with shaky hands, still not talking.
"But if you don't want it it's fine, you know ! You're a big guy and you don't always need me on your mind because..."
"Spamton," Tenna interupted, his tone uncharacteristically soft.
The mailman stopped his blabbering and looked up to his partner. Tenna was almost unperceptively shaking and staring at the small egg. If he had eyes, they would have been tearful.
"I love it" Tenna whispered with a smile, then he looked up at Spamton once more, "I really, really, love it."
Spamton returned his smile, an unfamiliar warmth curling inside his chest. It was nothing, probably. He was just relieved to see that his pipis was going to be treated well by his best friend.
It was nothing, it was normal.
---
"So what exactly do you do ?"
It was a late night in TV world. Everyone should be asleep by now but Tenna and Spamton were escaping that concept. The two partners had decided to spend the night at Tenna's penthouse and the two had been migrating from the living room couch to the kitchen isle and had eventually ended up sitting next to each other in Tenna's comically large bed.
It had been a few months after their first meeting and the two collaborators quickly became close friends. They had been spending most of their respective breaks from work with each other and it had become the norm of seeing the two together at any time. They were a package deal at this point.
However, there was still a big difference that marked a huge gap between them: their relationship with technology.
Try as he might, Spamton could never manage to get Tenna to understand anything closely related to new technology, internet and such. Tenna was making an effort, he'd swear it, but after a while of getting the same repeated explanations from an increasingly irritated Spamton, he settled for just pretending to know what his partner talked about half of the time.
Except when he was really bored and really curious, like tonight.
Spamton had been working with his work assigned portable computer (Spamton's words, Tenna had no idea what any of that meant) all day. Tenna had been trying to understand the different tabs open on the screen during the evening but none of it was making sense to him, it had gotten terribly frustrating. That's why now, sitting next to his partner in his bed, he decided to try another shot at understanding all that technology stuff.
Spamton let out a short sigh, already dreading the next minutes that he was more than likely going to spend explaining the same thing to Tenna over and over without any form of progress. He truly lov-...liked, the guy but he could be so dense when it came to internet and new age technology and anything from Spamton's world sometimes that it became very very hard to not strangle the host with his own wires.
"I told you already, Tenna," The businessman begun, "Sending e-mails to get sponsored, maybe scedule a few pop-ups and-"
"What's an e-mail again ?"
Good heavens, Spamton was going to kill him. How could he explain this in simple terms for the TV to understand ?
"Well...You see mailboxes people have in front of their houses ? They sort of have a second mail box in their computers and my job is to send them letters in those mailboxes. Do you get it ?"
Even devoid of eyes, Tenna currently had the blankest stare he could ever display. One of his antennas twitched in confusion as he tried to make sense of the admittedly simple explainations.
"But," There was always something Tenna had to question, "If they have real mailboxes why do you not use those ?"
Spamton distantly wondered if a computer virus would affect his dear business partner.
"Because it...saves up paper, there." Spamton replied with an air of finality.
"But don't you sell driving services
though ??" Tenna pushed even more, increasingly confused.
"I do," Spamton said through clenched teeth, "But, someone has to advertise for them, and since I'm...mostly, independent, I do it myself."
This went on for a good hour, Tenna leaning more and more against Spamton as the latter explained to him exactly what he was doing. The host was a visual learner it seemed. Finally, after countless more explainations and insistent questions from Tenna, the TV's screen lit up ever so slightly with a glow of understanding.
"Oh ! You're like a little mailman then !"
Spamton sighed. That was close enough he guessed.
"Yeah, yeah you could say that."
Tenna was fully leaning against Spamton's smaller frame, his head resting on his friend's shoulder. Tenna was usually very casual with his physical affection, putting hands on Spamton's shoulder, resting his hand against the small of his partner's back and such. This situation should feel normal, Spamton shouldn't feel like Tenna's proximity felt like static against his skin, he shouldn't feel his mechanical heart beat so wildly against his ribcage, he shouldn't want to fall asleep right here and there, burying himself against Tenna's chest, holding him in his arms...
But, somehow, surprisingly, it didn't feel normal. Spamton felt like he was dying and yet, the staticy feeling of Tenna's prescence felt like it was giving him life. He was trapped in a burning purgatory and heaven knows if he could be saved from it.
He should not feel this way for his work partner afterall. They were friends, close friends at best but not...like that. Both of them were here for the benefits of a work collaboration afterall, if Spamton developed whatever feelings he was having right now he would never survive the rejection he'd face.
(He was used to rejection. He was used to being looked at with disgust and disinterest. He was used for people, even his old "friends" to ignore him when he begged for attention. He was used to it, and heaven knows he suffered enough from it.
Not again. Please, never again.)
Tenna eventually took him out of his spiralling thoughts when he spoke up again.
"It's getting late, Spam. Maybe you should put the work away" He said, gesturing to Spamton's computer.
"Ah, yes obviously." Spamton replied flatly. He placed the computer ln the bedside table, making sure to make as little movements as possible to not give Tenna the idea that he should move away.
(Please stay, please please please please...)
Spamton awkwardly sat back against the pillows, uncertain if wether or not Tenna wanted him gone but, as he was pondering this, Tenna shifted against his side and laid an arm across Spamton's chest, like it was the most casual thing in the world.
"You don't mind staying the night, right ?" Tenna said quietly, "It's too late to drive home, don't you think ?"
Spamton let himself fully relax in Tenna's hold. He was wanted here, he knew that. Wether Tenna's intention were entirely friendly or not, he didn't care about right now. All that mattered was that he wasn't alone
"Yeah," Spamton replied with a smile, feeling the exhaustion of the work day start to make itself known, "I guess you're right."
---
Tenna had not missed Spamton.
Although the beginning of their collaboration had been a smooth ride, things had quickly gone downhill and Tenna will admit that it wasn't only Spamton's fault.
Sure, the mailman had become increasingly infuriating with time, the shy, modest salesman that had knocked on his door the day of their first meeting had become an arrogant, self-centered prick with time. He was always trying to direct Tenna's artistic vision and, soon before their "partnership" had ended, half of their conversations would end up in arguments.
But, Tenna was also to blame. He had started spending more and more time talking to Mike, suggesting his ideas and discussing directions for his show, he hardly had any time to spend with Spamton at that point. They had started to drift apart even before Spamton's last phonecall.
With that deal, Tenna had wanted to strike a new spark in their relationship, a new opportunity, this time getting Spamton on screen with him. They could be together and shine like the stars they were meant to be. It was all that Tenna wanted, to get his friend back.
But them, the phone had rang and Spamton had left.
Sure, it had hurt at first. It had felt like a stab in the back and Tenna may or may not have lost some sleep over it, crying in his bed, but ultimately, he was over it ! His chest didn't hurt at the thought of their old days spent together anymore.
...
His chest hurt significantly less than before at the thought of their old days spent together.
Well, forget that, point is: he did not miss his old business partner. He would have been totally fine never seeing the mailman ever again.
Of course, that was without taking into account Kris's intervention.
When Susie had dragged him out of his new castle room because Kris had "something to show him" he didn't know what to expect. Maybe the new home they had promised to show him ? A special stage for him to perform on ? It could have been anything and he trusted Kris and Susie to not disappoint him.
Well, the kids sure knew how to surpass his expectations !
In a dark corner, away from the prying eyes of Castle town, Kris had been waiting for him, apparently dealing with a familiar rat-looking creature. It was yelling loudly but Kris's face betrayed no annoyance whatsoever. Had they called him here for pest control ?!
He eavesdropped on their conversation a bit before getting closer.
"I'M [[yelling]] YOU KRIS, I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT [[traitorous]] [trash heap] EVER AGAIN !!"
"He misses you." The lightner stated flatly like it was a fact.
"DO I L LOOK LIKE I [[free health-]]CARE ??"
Heavens, that thing was loud. Hesitantly, Tenna got closer to the pair, hoping to maybe save Kris from the annoying pest.
"IF I SEE THIS [out with the old-] DAMNED [[CRT]] K RIS I'M GOING TO-"
"Hey there Kris !" Tenna interrupted as he stepped closer "You wanted to see me, is that right ?"
Upon hearing Tenna's voice, the creature froze and pointedly stared at the ground, his glasses only reflecting static, avoiding Tenna's gaze.
"Is the, huh..." Tenna continued, addressing Kris, "Is the vermin annoying you, Kris ? Do you want me to spray it again ?"
How did it even get here ?
"No" They replied flatly, "I want you two to talk, you got stuff to sort out together."
Talk ? Tenna, talk to the rats ?? He may have fallen low but heavens that was downright insulting !
As Kris began to walk away, they called out over their shoulder,
"If you need me, I'll be in the castle."
And with that, Tenna was left alone with the...rat. The silence was awkward and Tenna wasn't even sure if the thing was still awake or conscious as it was still staring down at the floor, still facing away from Tenna.
"Things to sort out" ? What could they have to sort out ? Tenna didn't even know the guy !
Come to think of it, now that he took a good look at the being before him, he could admit that they had an air of familiarity to them. The black hair, the pale face, the comically long nose...He'd seen all of it before but his old partner never looked so...broken.
It couldn't be him, could it ? Spamton had left his life years ago but even he couldn't have changed that much in so little time. And if he did...what could have possibly happened ?
Suddenly, it spoke up again.
"DO YO U PLAN ON [[staring contest !]] AT ME FOR THE NEXT [forever] OR ARE WE GONNA [Text hot singl€s in your area !] BEFORE THEN ?"
While Tenna was spaced out, it must have rebooted or something close to it. As it was, the familiar looking rat was glaring at Tenna with its (his?) arms crossed, clearly excpecting Tenna to strike up conversation.
"Ah ! Well erm, Kris seems to think we know each other but they must be mistaken I'm sure ! I mean you look vaguely like someone I used to know but I'm sure it's just a coincidence haha !"
A pained look flickered behind the stranger's glasses but he quickly hid it, opting to close his eyes instead.
"You can't..." Tenna was starting to have doubts, "You can't be...him, can you ?"
"YOU REALLY-" He cut himself if and spoke again, this time quieter than before, the glitching in his voice still present but less pronounced.
"...You reallyy don't know who I am ?"
That voice
Tenna knew that voice
He knew it all too well actually. He had heard that voice almost every day for several months, either drunk in his apartment or confident while they were in public. He had heard it yelling at him or coldly judgmental, he had heard it a few months on ads after the last time he had seen his partner in person.
The voice of the man he had lov-...he had considered his closest friend.
Tenna nervously got down to "eye"-level with the man.
"...Spamton ?"
The switch up in the scammer's demeanor was almost instantaneous.
"[[Finally]] !! [heave n]'S SAKE I THOUGHT YOU'D [never] MAKE THE [[Bad Connection ?]] !!"
Tenna was taken aback by the sudden change. He stood back to his full height and chose to bury the memory of whatever that moment if vulnerability might have meant.
"Oh WOAW mama, what happened to you ?!" Tenna exclaimed, opting to lean back into his usual theatrics.
"YOU DON' T GET TO KNOW [[Weather Boy]] ! YOU [Had To Be There !] IF YOU WANTED TO WITNESS MY GREAT [downfall]." The salesman shouted, clearly mad at Tenna.
"Okay woaw. Okay. Yeah. Woaw. Mama. So you're like, the local hobo around here ?" Tenna asked sarcastically. The way the conversation reminded him too much if their old arguments for his liking, he distantly regretted not bringing more bug-spray with him.
"WHAT ?!! [$!#$] YOU [Trash Heap] ! YOU THINK YOU CAN [[freely discuss]] WHEN YOU'RE LOOKING LIKE A [Fresh from the dumpster] SCUM ?!"
Oh woaw, if Tenna already felt bad about his broken antenna, that only made it worse. Naturally, like he always did, he hid the pain with dramatic flair.
"Okay, first of all, ouch. Second of all, at least I'm getting donated to someone new...soon ! That's right !"
Spamton seemed skeptical. He scoffed
"YOU ? [Vintage] TV GETTI NG A NEW HOUSE ?! [Don't Make Me Laugh] !"
Tenna flinched. Yes, Spamton always knew where to strike to make it hurt. He was starting to regret ever listening to Kris's call.
"You know what ? This isn't going anywhere." Tenna sighed, "Let's just say, I forgive you and let's move on, how about that."
Then, Spamton froze again briefly, staring at Tenna with a blank look.
"Forgive me ?" He repeated "Forgive ME ?!"
Tenna stood his ground.
"Well yes, forgiving you for being insufferable back in the day, for being selfish, controlling, for leavin-"
"YOU FORGIVE [Me] ??! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE APOLOGIZING !! [Licking] MY [feet!] FOR FORGIVENESS !!"
Tenna was dumbfounded "Excuse you ?!"
"EXCUSE [Y0u] !! YOU WERE THE SELFISH CONTROL [Freak] BACK ON THE [Small Screen !] !! I G0T [Nothing, Nada, Niet] TO APOLOGIZE FOR !"
Oh the nerve of this guy.
"Okay, FINE. I can see this isn't going to work because apparently, in your fucked up brain, I'm the one to blame for all your troubles, am I right ?"
"RIGHT AS DAY, [Trash Heap]." Spamton agreed, either not catching Tenna's sarcasm or pointedly ignoring it.
Tenna turned his back to Spamton and took a deep breath in a feeble attempt to collect himself.
"Okay. Right." He said in a measured tone as he turned back towards the scammer, "I recognize that spraying you with foam was a bit of an overeaction and you are in your right to be offended by that."
"SO ?" Spamton pushed for Tenna to continue.
"So I...apologize." Tenna mumbled reluctantly.
He swore he would have punched the smug look off of Spamton's face had he had a weaker sense of self-control.
"THERE WE GO, THAT DIDN'T [killed] YOU N0W DID IT [[Trash Heap]] ?"
"Sure, whatever !" Tenna just wanted to finish this damned conversation "Now that that's settled let's just never talk to each other ! Ever again !"
Tenna began walking away but quickly noticed that he was being followed.
By Spamton.
"HEY HE Y HEY ! NOT SO FAST [Trash Heap] !!" the salesman called out before catching up to Tenna.
Frankly, Tenna was just walking aimlessly, he just hoped that too much walking would eventually bore Spamton enough for him to leave.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING [Off The Hook] THAT EASILY !"
"What is it now ?! Do you need a written and signed apology to display in your dumpster ?!" Tenna snapped, quickly losing his temper.
"I'M A [[Big Shot]] PAL ! I DON'T TAKE [Lowest quality] APOLOGIES LIKE THAT ! I NEED SOMETHING [Significant]."
Tenna was strongly considering kicking him. Allas, in public, that would greatly affect his image.
"Shouldn't you be with Kris right now ??"
"T HAT'S WHAT THIS IS [about] !" Spamton beamed "KRIS HARDLY [Let me out !] OF THEIR [Pocket-Sized] ! I WANT YOU TO PUT IN A GOOD [word] FOR ME, YOU GET [my meaning] ?"
Frankly, no. Understanding Spamton was hard enough as it was, Tenna didn't need him beating around the bush on top of that.
"You want me to...?"
"TELL KRIS TO LET ME [free] TO [Ride Around Town] !!"
"That's it ?" Tenna then caught up "Wait, you're not normally out there on your own ?!"
"[The mean one] AND THE [marketable plushie] DON'T TRUST ME ! I WANT YOU TO CONVINCE THEM, THEN KRIS WILL [Set Me Free] !!"
Tenna was skeptical. Spamton visibly noticed that as he added on,
"THEN [And only then !] YOU WILL EARN MY [forgiveness], HOW DOES THAT SOUND ?"
"Then you'll leave me alone ?"
Spamton's face twitched at Tenna's question but he quickly covered it up.
"SURE, IF YOU [insist]."
Tenna sighed then, he finally had a way out of...Whatever this was.
"Then it's a deal."