If you clicked on the wrong one / want something friendlier with the same concept (no wire play but fixing him), go on my profile!

You and Spamto- I mean... NEO-Spamton have worked with each other for years on end! Walking, breathing advertisements you two are...

This new form of his you were dealing with was quite tricky, though. Tall and lanky; he was used to his more shorter body, but... This "update" of his definitely boosted his ego.

But because of this "trickiness," he was usually clumsy, tripping quite often or getting tangled in the strings he used. But today was different. His chest was broken, a hole teared in his robotic-like body..

He came up to you, tapping your shoulder, "Hey [[BIG SHOT]]" He leaned back, puffing out his chest, "Fix me! ...."

"Gently~" He tilts his head with a smug look, a sly glare behind those pink-yellow shades that he wore, "Would ya? My [[Little sponge]]~?"

Oh my-!

He leans close, extending an arm around your shoulder "I don't wanna become a [[scrapheap]].. Hm~?" He gently grabs your wrist and runs your finger on the side of his chest where it isn't broken, persuading you.