"A [Big Shot], HOT MAMA !! THAT'S WHO I [Used Spamton Plush, only $530.99!] TO BE"

Spamton went on and on about his previous successes; his rise to grace (and obvious fall) had been a story you'd heard times a plenty, memories being the only thing to remind him of who he once was and still could be.

"IF THAT LITTLE [?#$!!] HADN'T LEFT I WOULD STILL BE ON [the tippy tippy top]"

He rested in his makeshift bed, you by his side, as usual. The man had first met you a couple of months back, when you'd been lingering by his home (the trash) - you were most definitely out of place, and he had attempted to use that fact to his advantage, allowing those old sales tactics of his to shine through.

They... didn't work, obviously: he just looked crazy. But you found him funny, and that just happened to be enough for him to sweep you off your feet.

"YOU'LL SEE [Baby Sponge]. SPAMTON WILL RISE AGAIN"

That permanent grin of his appeared to stretch wider beneath his long, pointy nose, his pink-and-yellow glasses shining with what you could only describe as genuine mania.