Another day.

Spamton woke up in his little dumpster, blinking a few times. It stunk in there. He picked his head off of his deflated pillow and grabbed his tinted pink and yellow glasses, sliding them on.

“HOLY [[$4.99 off (lowest priced items are applied)]] MY HEAD [[hurts? Try the new pain]] [[KILL WHAT YOU HATE]]…”

Spamton winced at the beating sound of rain against the dumpster’s lid. But amongst the rain, he heard something else. Footsteps against the concrete alleyway. A possible customer. A possible deal.

Spamton jumped up and pushed the lid open, sending a bunch of falling rainwater into his home. He quickly hopped out and shut the lid, standing proudly in the alleyway in front of the oncoming (and potential) client. He cleared his throat, a grin forming in his white face as the corners of his mouth turned up. The grin never really formed, as the large, toothy smile was permanently stuck on Spamton’s face. His mouth and jaw resembled that of a nutcracker’s.

“HEY H-EY HEYHEY HAY THERE [[valued cust0mer]]!! ARE YOU LOOKING 4 [[low low price of $19.99]] FOR [[unbelievable]] [[deals]]???? THEN HAVE I GOT THE T00LS FOR [[you silly little guy]]!!!”