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"What do you MEAN you haven't heard??"
"I said I just didn't get a chance to check my messages today!!"
"Yeah, but this is gonna be like the second BIGGEST thing ever happening! Just imagine his goddamn face when he realizes what he just walked into. Can't you imagine what absolute BAFFLEMENT he'd feel in just that moment????"
"Well yes, but-"..
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The clock said 14:56. The calendar said 12th of june. It was one very simple day at this very simple café that was simply located in a simple castle town. Nothing too extraordinary, just.. plainly simple.
The people residing here, however, were anything BUT simple, and they were about to throw one hell of a prank on their oh-so-beloved sibling, Spamton G. Spamton.
Yes, the Addison [who haven't seen their bro ever since he travelled to TV World] have planned a big reunion, with confetti and all that.
The thing is: They're not gonna do this solely on their own.
There are a handful of people who haven't been able to reconcile with the salesman in years, and they all have their individual reasons to do so now.
Well, although most seem to be there for the similarest reason.
Which appears to be revenge.
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Spam was quite the casanova, so to say.
He's had multiple relationships over the evolution of his career, even before he HAD a real career. And after that too. Which lead to a bit of a.... Let's say, DIVORCE ROUTE, so to speak.
Many of his partners were left without a word, only rarely did somebody leave HIM first.
Some of them were cast behind quick like a used toy, others lasted longer, though not realizing he was cheating.
Some of the relations started as strictly buisness affairs, others were faked for the publicity and fame.
None of them kept contact to Spam for long, even after all of what he's been through.
None of them even CONSIDERED aiding him in any way after their vulnerability got crushed underneath his polished-white leather shoes.
Spam really didn't know how to make things last, be it success or love.
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Which makes for a far more interesting situation now that Spam has returned from his misery, his defeat from that lighters' squad.
Now that everybody knew where he had been and Spam was about to return home, all of his bitter exes would find together and await him eagerly, with individual weapons which may or may not be meant metaphorically.
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"So, you in??"
"Oh ABSOLUTELY."
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