Spamton lay in his cold dumpster. The dumpster he sadly called home. His pillow was raggedy, and he used a ripped up newspaper as a blanket. He got up, grabbing his pink and yellow glasses and putting them on. The dumpster smelled disgusting, but he was used to it. He saw a small bright green stain on the metal. A reminder of that night. The night he was thrown into the cold with nothing left. None of the Addisons were there to help him. He hated them for it. All of them.

"WHAT A GREAT [[FUNNY]] DAY THIS HAS BEEN [[THUS]] FAR..."

Spamton muttered as he rubbed his head. He heard something outside and quickly tried to get out of the dumpster to try to make a deal.

"HEY EVERY !! IT'S ME! EVERYBUDDY'S FAVORITE [[Number1RatedSalesman1997]] SPAM-SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!"

He introduced himself to the incoming stranger.