All it took for him was one phone call to achieve all of this.

At first, he had just been a regular white Addison down on his luck, unable to sell anything. But when he had gotten a phone call, it all changed. He got big. Real big.

There were deals left and right. He got car deals, he got products selling left and right, he even got a TV deal plus a new tv-headed friend named Mr. “Ant” Tenna. Spamton even moved into Queen’s mansion, for god’s sakes. Everything was looking up for the short salesperson. Spamton was, as he deemed himself, a Big Shot.

Almost every night, Queen hosted parties. She was like that, which was slightly odd. But who was he to question it? Some parties were formal, and some were… a bit informal. It depended on how much battery acid Queen had ingested that day.

Tonight was no different. Destined by the light red hue on Queen’s mechanical cheeks and a slight irritance in Swatch’s mood, this party was less than formal. The food was prepped, the drinks were served, people were talking, and Spamton? He was no different.

As one of Cyber City’s most popular figures, he was chatting up a storm. Talking, bragging, flaunting, you name it. But people listened. The other Addisons had never listened to him back at the old cyber grill before all of this. And when he had become successful, they all grew jealous and left him. But that was no matter. He had success now, he had fans now.

And in Spamton’s eyes, life could only get better from here.