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“Hello ma’am!! Only for [4.99] you can-” SLAM
…another failed attempt at a sale. He tried not to let his smile fade, but that was the LAST house in this apartment building. He sighed, fixing his tie and walking out of the building. As if on cue it started sprinkling…good thing there was a cheap hotel down the block. The walking advertisement walked his sad ass down the street, the rain starting to slowly get harder. As he walked faster, he stumbled upon something, he looked at the ground, seeing a flyer. He picked it up, examining it. In big bold letters, it said. “HIRING!! You can now become a big shot with a famous TV star, TENNA!!!”
There was fine print at the bottom, but he couldn’t bother to read it, there's no way someone like THIS guy would hire a failing addison like him. He crumpled it up and shoved it in his suit pocket, now jogging to the hotel.
Soon he got there, his hair somewhat slumping to the side from the rain. He went to the counter, a tired looking lady slumping. She took one look at him and sighed, turning around and getting Spamton a pair of keys.
“Just for you…” she said sarcastically, practically shoving the room keys in his hands. He nodded thankfully and hurried to the room…his usual room..34A…
He went to the elevator, pressing the button…waiting somewhat patiently for the ride to come down. As the door opened, he saw a pink Addison, looking quite bored. He put up finger guns
“Lovely weather we’re having eh? For only [13.99 dark dollars, you can have your very own umbre-]..”
…the pink Addison seemed to walk off just a bit faster. Spamton just awkwardly walked into the elevator, pressing for the third floor.
Soon he got to his room, unlocking the door and flopping onto the king sized bed…only for a bit. He ended up staring at the ceiling…only now feeling how heavy his eyes had felt. He soon forced himself to get up, and pulled out his computer (shhh dont worry where he got it from…), time to get BUSY!!!…..
How the FUCK is he gonna get busy when he can’t even THINK of what to do…he CHUCKED his computer and flopped straight back onto the bed…he was gonna give up and sleep for the night before he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out, it was a call from a…quite familiar number.
One he wanted to leave behind him.
..he reluctantly picked up, putting the speaker to his phone.
“…I can make you big…at a dire price.”
…he knew his old life would catch up to him, but at the promise of finally being a big shot?..Lmao that was WAAAAYYY too good to be true, he smirked and crossed his legs, fully playing in now.
“Oh yeah? What’s the deal [hot shot]?”
“…you mustn't tell ANYONE what I’ve done to help you. You must pretend this deal never happened..”
“…okay!! That’s as easy as [getting a 10% discount!!] I’m so in..”
And like that..the phone call ended…’you can’t scam a scammer’ Spamton thought to himself.
He decided to go and get his computer (which was somehow NOT broken…) and sat down in the corner of the room…like a FREAK…and started his nightly journey of sending late night emails to random people about random advertisements..hoping maybe ONE of them would buy whatever he was supposedly selling.
It was now way later into the night, he had sent out so many e-mails by now…he could feel his eyes start to droop, the tiredness getting to him. What was it..12 am by now?? He might as well get some sleep.. He has a long day of going door to door tomorrow…Hey!! On the bright side he was supposed to hang out with some fellow addisons of his!! Oh how he missed them..Spamton closed his computer for the night, laying it down and getting up, going and flopping on the bed once more (can you tell he likes to do this). Tomorrow will be another day, and hey!! It might be enjoyable…
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“And then they got DIVORCED!!! ALLL over a PAN!!!” yellow bellowed, leaning back and laughing in the booth. Pink giggled before taking a sip from her drink..
“OH yellow you comedian!! How do you get so many sales in your day to day life?”
Yellow paused, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks a bit… though some of the reason may have had been the alcohol taking its effect.
“Oh y’know, what i usually do when i talk to clients!! You just gotta butter em’ up y’know?”
Blue scoffed, taking a sip of his drink “Oh please, you don't expect that to work all the time, do you?”
“I didn't say that, now did I?”
“Well blue, maybe you could take some tips from good ol’ yellow here!!”
….the whole group went silent for a bit before slowly looking over at spamton… there was no way in hell of all addisons, SPAMTON G SPAMTON was saying this
“...now i know ur no deals havin ass did NOT say that to me…”
“Whaaat??? Am I really all that far off?” spamton said, swishing his drink in his glass
“....how many doors did you get slammed in your face today?”
Spamtons smile slowly faded “...alright blue…just you see!! I’ll be MIIIIIGHTY popular one day!! One day I’ll be a [BIG SHOT]!!!”
“Yeah sure, thats why you’re going from hotel to hotel, SPAMTON….”
As blue said that, the atmosphere seemed to drop in the restaurant. You could start to hear faint whispers.
After a few minutes some random addison went up to spamton.. They seemed a bit nervous.
“Hey!! I know this may be a bit random, but are you spamton? Like…Spamton G. Spamton?”
…he tilted his head and smiled.
“Why yes, I am!!”