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Spoke sits in mapics blank apartment. New and undecorated, but it had a bed crafting table and furnace so it counted as a home. It almost feels refreshing. A brand new start from his last house which was blown up by some purple guy with a fishing rod.
"Spoke." Spoke head snaps over to his best friend from the furnace which was cooking something (reheated mcdonalds nuggets) and warming the room.
"why did you come over to make me watch skibidi toilet" mapic asks, flicking spokes fat fucking ear cause thats half of what he sees instead of the tv screen.
"Oh mapic mapic mapic... you sweet summer child! you NEED to know the lore, of course. Its essential to my master plan!" Spoke spoke
Mapic glances at the 19 year old 5 year old. "You mean the 'master plan' where you blow up jamatos house by shitting in the toilet so bad you clog the pipe and blow up the entire plumbing system??"
The room is quiet. The emptiness of mapics apartment no longer welcoming.
"Maybe.."