[center][h1] [color=hotpink]SPAMTON[/color] G. [color=yellow]SPAMTON[/color][/h1]
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It took a while longer for the puppet to get back to his natural, unnatural self. He adjusted his glasses back and noticed the rat monster, prompting him to spring right back into action as they asked who he was. "SPAMTON G. SPAMTON'S THE NAME AND [Selling] IS MY GAME!" He extended a hand towards the rat as if prompting for some sort of handshake, seemingly unaware of his offending odor.
Feeling the bar be taken from him, his attention turned to it's benefactor. He seemed to have some advice to give him. He looked up at him like a curious child as the man's wisdom flowed from his mouth. He nodded at the end "OF COURSE! ONLY THE B3ST FOR MY [Number 1 customer] YOU CAN COUNT ON IT!" The salesman seemed genuine... But he'd also picked up a bloody bat and called it prime merchandise. He meant well but his taste implied he might have a few screws loose. Unlike with the rat monster his expression appeared more sheepish when he also extended a hand to the man. "UH... THANKS... FOR THE ADVICE [[pal]]." Somehow despite the volume of his voice it seemed much less manic. However, this touching moment was soon interrupted as a blue blur collided with Spamton sending him rolling, the sound of the impact was quite similar to a bowling ball coming into collision with a bowling pin. Leaving the stunned puppet lying prone in a daze. Pipis swimming around his head.

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