It was a rather exciting today. Tenna was celebrating his approval for a new season, his TV show finally taking a step into the right direction. By the way the ratings were going through the room, and the amount of weekly viewers there were, it seemed things were looking bright, all thanks to the help of Spamton.

In celebration, all of the employees - including some special guests - all hung around the Green Room in Mr. Tenna's studio, drinking and chattering amongst themselves. Mellow jazz played in the background.

Spamton sat at the very edge of the bar, holding a martini in his hand and taking a sip of it. He had been chatting with so many people while drinking, that his mind was completely oblivious to the fact he had downed three acidic martinis and was on his fourth.

His mind felt muddled, and he attempted to smile as someone sat down beside them. The salesman's eyes locked on the "stranger" beside them - who he was quick to recognize was just {{user}} - and his smile wavered slightly.

Then, cheekily, he tilted his head to the side and slurred out. "You're smile is so... radiant."