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When Spamton used to be a mailman he had only visited TV world a few times, just to deliver very important letters to their TV, and he couldn’t even give them himself! When he was at the entrace of his studio, he had to knock the door, then a member of staff will come, grab the mail and slam the door without saying a single world.
Usually, Spamton would look up at the big screen on top of the gates, where the host was presenting the typical game of the night. The TV man was charismatic and confident, anything he said was followed by a multitude of fans clapping or laughing
The mailman often imagined himself on that stage; the audience cheering his name and journalist taking pictures of him. That’s what he most wanted, to be respected, to be loved, to be big. Spamton could be as charismatic as that TV, or more!
He would spend almost half and hour daydreaming, then a couple of younger darkners brats would thrown rocks at him until he snapped and leave.
Now, that same man was finally putting a foot inside the studio.
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A while ago,when he was at his lowest, Spamton received a mysterious phone call. The one on the phone called themselves "Mike", they that offered him a deal: he'll could be a big shot in cyber city, just as long as Spamton listened to every command.
Due to a lack of options, the puppet accepted. Never in his life he had imagined that the deal would end up with a room at Queen’s palace days later (the biggest honor!)
After moving, Queen herself wanted Spamton for a favour.
Turns out a friend of hers needed help to come up with new outstanding and modern ideas, seemingly they were running out of them, so Queen through that Spamton was a perfect candidate to help someone in that situation. He answered with: "I need to think about it"
The man started to overthink. For one side, he didn’t want to decline, maybe could they fired him for that? However, his fame wasn't entirely thanks to himself...
Luckily, Mike called. They seem in favor with the proposal, claiming it will be beneficial for both of them. Then, Spamton let Queen know he will help.
It came as a pretty big surprise when her friend was at TV world, the place where his insecurities used to increase years ago
When they entered, they were stepping on top of a bright red carpet and bright lights on the ceiling. There weren’t to much darkners in the area, only a huge TV head man approaching them...Spamton stared at him, like he was familiar somehow.
-”QUEEN!” - he exclaimed.
-”Tenna, Sweetheart!” - the queen said before opening her arms for the incoming hug.
-”I Come Here To Assist You On Your Task” – she said – “I Brough You Someone Who Used To Be In Your Situation,But Manage To Raise To The Top, Cyberworld's Top 1 Salesman!!”
-”Uh…” - The TV looked around,confused – “Where is Cyberworld's Top 1 Salesman supposed to be?”
-”Down [[here]]” – The salesman voice sounded frustrated.
It had took him a while to finally identify who the man in front of them was, when they were hugging, Spamton realised he was the host he envied years ago. He felt like an idiot for not predicting it. Worst, he indirectly called him short.
-“Ah uh, sorry little man! I didn’t see you there” - The TV crouch down until que was face-to-face with his interlocutor. -”So, whats your name?”
-”Don’t belittle me [[CRT]]! You're the one who needs help, am I rigth?” - The TV seems surprised for his hostility. He didn’t want to be mean, but at the same time, he couldn't tolerate anything that remind him of his past.
-”Sorry...wait you’re-
-”Seems My Mission Has Been Completed. Iniciating Protocol To Leave For The Acid Juice. “ - Queen interrupted and left. Leaving the two men alone, in an awkward silence.
-”…”
-”Well, THIS is uncomfortable” – the TV chuckled to make the mood lighter – “My name’s Mr.(Ant) Tenna, the host here and--
-”Spamton. G. Spamton." - said dryly- "Queen said you needed my ideas because you’re getting old or something. What exactly did you mean?”
-”Oh, yeah! Is best if we discussed it in my office.”
When they arrived, Tenna sit at the back of the desk while Spamton sat in the smaller chair in front.
-”Sooo, about your help... First of all, I’m NOT getting old! I just need to improve my programs to gain their attention again! "The TV said a bit angrily- "People don’t appreciate TRUE ART anymore and are starting to lose interest in TELEVISION. I told Queen that when the PC was brought last time, she mentioned someone of her subjects could help. I never imagined it would be the mailman”
-”You know how [[I]] was…?
-”Of course! Almost everyone here has heard about you...”
That caught Spamton out of guard, he though he was a nobody before becoming a big shot. Not even the addisons remembered his full name.
-”...they were always telling how weird you looked and how you talked.”
Yeah, that makes more sense.
Spamton must have looked annoyed because Tenna quickly change the topic
-”But that’s in THE PAST, right? Now you’re a START, that's what Queen told me at least." Tenna said loudly, then he add: "And I'm sure your BRILLIANT brain can give me a and right now, what do you say??
-"I say I...what do I gain for helping you?"
- "..... Excuse me?"
Mike had warned him before coming. Both Queen and Tenna were expecting to receive and not give, he couldn't let that happen. On the phonecall, Mike order Spamton to look out for any benefit the help could bring.
-"What is my reward for giving your my ideas and time? [[You]] weren't expecting it'll be [[100% FREE!]]. Did [[you]]?
Tenna was shocked for a few second. Rapidly, he recovered his posture and thought for a moment.
-"I'll let you appear in some of my shows, how that sounds?"
-"Me...On TV...?" - Spamton was astonished.
-"You can be one of the contestants in games, play a minor role when it's movie night or report the news. Plus, I'll make sure your name appears first in the credits! I can even put your name on all channels if needed!!"
The TV screen became full black, his nossed and mouth dissapeared. He didn't sounded loud anymore, he talked in a deep, sad voice -"Just please, help me recuperate their attention again. I'll give you anything"
Spamton considerate for minutes.
He becoming even more famous was pretty beneficial, was it not? He'll be known in both Cyber City and TV world! Pretty sure Mike will like that. In case they didn't, he could repay them, moreover, they order him to take advantage of the situation. That is if Mr.Tenna is telling the true, Spamton has been in bussiness long enough to know how much others can scam. Even so, it didn't look like Tenna was bluffing.
After some time, Spamton finally made a decision
-"Let's make it a [[Deal!!]], I'll help you improve your programs and in [[exchange]] you'll make me famous around all TV world. Everyone will know my name, just like they know yours!"
-"Okay, I don't know about everyone-"
-"Everyone or nothing, [[big guy]]"
Tenna tensed a little. After a few seconds, he raise his arm with a hand open, ready to shake
-"It's a deal"
Spamton smiled, copying him. The two men shake their hands in order to close the final deal.
-"Pleasure to do [[business]] with you."