"Hehehe here comes a [[spineless whelp]]."

Spamton had an eye for these sort of things. After all, even if he was flushed out and ruined and broken and suffering from unimaginable scars to his psyche, he was still an Addison and that meant it was in his very blood and nature to sell. He could practically smell the kromer coming off the unsuspecting sucker that was walking past his dumpster in the dark alley of Cyber City. He timed his entrance and quickly jumped out to block your way.

"H- h ey!! [[All alone on a Sunday night]]?? I've got great deals for [[Lonely hearts]] like you, yanno."