[center][h1] [color=hotpink]SPAMTON[/color] G. [color=yellow]SPAMTON[/color][/h1]
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Spamton really wasn't doing so hot with everything going on. The puppet seemed like he was in some sort of trance, stiffly rocking on the couch. Emitting a slight static sound.
This was it.
He was going to die surrounded by maniacs at the hand of another maniac in full spandex. Whether or not he had the skills to pay the bills didn't matter, it was all futile, maybe the others could do something about this Superman but he was but a salesman. He wasn't even a good salesman... Everyone in the castle knew it. He couldn't even say anyone would miss him if he were gone.
He could spiral for a while, but with Sonic's sudden approach he snapped out of it. "WOAH! ARE YOU OFFERING ME A SPECIL [[Deal or No Deal]] PAL?" The animatronic puppet looked at the hand in awe, a handshake was what any salesman would crave. He shook the hedgehog's hand with vigor. But he also looked at the people offering leadership already. Among them was the guy with the cat. The puppet pointed at him while looking at Sonic.
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"SURE WITH YOUR SPEED AND MY [Sales] WE COULD DO ANYTHING! BUT THAT GUY OVER THERE IS A MAN WITH A PLAN WE SHOULD FOLLOW HIS LEAD." He seemed enthusiastic despite the fact he was in mortal peril. He was already off the couch and toddling over to Hershel much to Berit's misfortune. Stopping halfway through the sea of legs to make sure Sonic was coming, though given how fast the hedgehog moved he'd be surprised if he weren't five thousand steps ahead of him.

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