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Tenna poses so funky.
How does a TV exist like this?
He the silliest in a Dark World.
What's he yapping about?
You watch him bounce around the stage.
"- AND THEN YOU SAY 'I LOVE TV'!"
he raises his hands up.
Mouth open.
Sometimes he has fangs.
"AND THEN the audience ECHOES you -
and it's GREAT!"
he dances.
He abruptly stops to shrink himself to your height.
"Are you ready?"
Cartoony pink circles appear over the corners of his closed smile.
This guy.
CRUNCH.
His glowing white nose disappears with a 8-bit crunch sound.
He drops his smile. He touches where it was. Pauses. Then, flatly:
“…Was that necessary?”
Crunch, crunch.
A smaller crunch.
“I dunno,"
Crunch.
"It was there.”
Gulp.
Tenna's shoulders slump. He hasn't moved in minute.
It's nice he doesn't have eyes to stare into your soul with.
"HOLY-"
He manifested pixelated eyes.
You flinch backward and trip on backstage equipment. You nearly latch onto a rope before he skids over and uprights you.
He lets go.
His arms stiffen at his sides. The devious eyes gone after a chuckle.
"YOU COULD'VE ASKED!"
he swiftly turns to sulk. His image widening with a sound effect.
He returns to normal in a blink.
"Did I taste good?"
You take his hand. He slowly withdraws incase you eat that next.
"Like a powdery candy."
You snort.