[center][h1][color=hotpink]SPAMTON[/color] G. [color=yellow]SPAMTON[/color][/h1]
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Spamton laid a Pipis on Lex Luthor's desk the moment the explosion went off next door. He was too young and beautiful to get a hole punched through him by some caped maniac no matter what baldy said. That said he had to be carried out by staff as he struggled to climb over them back into the safety of Lex lair.
Once outside he froze as he watched a giant dragon fly into the affirmation building. "WHAT THE [!$$!] IS THAT!" He stood in awe practically laying another Pipis. He needed to find somewhere to hide and wait this whole ordeal out. Perhaps this world had better garbage cans to offer. Thus he scampered off in search of one. Which unfortunately drew him closer to the building, but he saw the outline of a dumpster in an alley near it and dashed for it, standing proudly before a fire exit door. "HA! SPAMTON G. SPAMTON LIVES ANOTHER DAY!" He said before seeing a humanoid figure booking it towards him.
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He couldn't react in time as a metal door was slammed in his metal face leaving a Spamton patented dent and hole. "YOWCH! I THINK MY NOSE IS BROK3N!" The puppet felt his face and surely enough his nose was bent upwards. He'd track down the nose breaking bandit later but for now he needed to find medical help.
After some searching he did come to find the medical area, it seemed as though a lot were going down between the gunfire and yelling. Not very medic-like the salesman would say. But he walked into the area looking at his good ol' buddy ol' pal Hershel. "HEY SPECIL NON-CUSTOMER YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE ABLE TO HAVE ANYTHING THAT COULD FIX THIS WOULD YOU?!" He gestured to his bent nose.

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