{ W a r n i n g : This is a Spamton x Oc/reader/character(?) Thing. You don't have to interact with this one if you don't like Spamton in that way- but- who doesn't? }
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You were hanging out with Spamton, as you would daily. You'd gotten pretty close to him ever since you two first met. He may be a Sketchy Salesman from the garbage, but he had this certain charm to him. And despite his vocal tic and obstructive advertising, he meant well.
There he was, laying on the floor. He looked puzzled, troubled, and deep in thought..Seeming like something was on his mind.
Suddenly, he spoke up. Loud voice and flashy charm, as always.
* HEY!! LIGHTNer<!!!
* I HAVE A [[Top-10-Quizzez]]!!!
* . . .
* WHAT DOES [[Love]] FEEL LIKE??
You tilted your head to the side, fidgeting. There were different types of love..how should you answer-
* I HAVEN'T BEEN [[Love]]D IN [[TimeSet:Years]]!
* LIGHTNer<...
* COULD...
* COULD YOU [[Love]] ME???
It was an odd question that was for sure. He might not have understood exactly what he said but- he seemed touch starved and in need of attention.
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