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It wasn't like Spamton WANTED to visit Pink, but he didn't have any other choice. Tenna had been begging Spamton for... more, in bed. He wasn't sure what he meant by 'more', but he figured the only 18+ shop in their shared dark worlds would be a good place to start. Only problem was this shop just haaaad to be run by the stupid, arrogant, irritating, fucking bitch ass addison who called himself Pink.
When he first walked in Pink was looking down, nose in some magazine, and though Spamton hoped it would stay that way, he looked up, a smarmy smile on his lips.
"Looking for something to get you through a dry spell, big shot?" He teased, resting his chin in his palm. Spamton just rolled his eyes, heading over to the wall with various phallus.
"No, actually." Spamton began, deciding to rub his situationship in Pinks face.
"ɪ'ᴍ ꒒00ꀘ1ꂚꁅ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘴𝘰𝘮3𝘵𝘩1𝘯𝘨 мσяє 𝑡0 give 𝑚𝑦 [cathode]." He responded, no small amount of pride in his voice. He'd like to see that bitch ass motherfucker pull someone like the Lord of screens! Even like this, twisted beyond his original form, Spamton was still better than him.
"Cathode?" Pink repeated, looking jealous (read disgusted) at the idea that someone was letting the filthy rat from cyber city's dumpsters anywhere near their intimate parts. There was no accounting for taste he supposed no matter how successful someone was. Still, at least the Lord of Screens last beau (who pink did not recognize as being this same person, puppet thing, in his shop) had been decently attractive. Loath as he was to admit it. "Ugh, don't tell me he actually let's you... Ugh gross. Take whatever you want. On the house. Just get out of my store." He insisted, anything to get the little freak out of his place of business and the visual of the puppet out of his mind.
"Hey! ɿ ꁅꂦ꓄ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 [kromer] 𝐭𝐨 թαվ [4.99] anything I want!"