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📺 Alright, friends... it's BIG! FIC! TIME! 💌

A mishap with the laptop shuts down Cyber City, and Tenna and Spamton are forced apart.

Chapter 1 of 3. Dropping a new one every few days til the Deltarune Ch3+4 anniversary!

This one's got spamtenna phone sex :3c

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #tubewrites
Stay on the Line - Chapter 1 - WickedWisd0m - Deltarune (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
May 25, 2026 at 8:34 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
📺💌 A tisket, a tasket… 🪺

Grab your baskets and dress in your Sunday best, it's time for an Easter egg hunt! I hear there's a prize for whoever collects the most eggs… and Tenna's in it to win it. 🧺

Silly easter fic time with art by @acsparkplug.bsky.social!!!

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #tubewrites
Spamton and Tenna's Eggcellent Adventure - WickedWisd0m - Deltarune (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
April 4, 2026 at 2:32 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
📺 And now, it's time for a very specil reunion... 💌

This time on STAY ON THE LINE, Chapter 3 of..... 4. 🫣

With the laptop repaired and Cyber World back online, Spamton heads straight for TV World. I MISS MY WIFE, TAILS.

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #tubewrites
Stay on the Line - Chapter 3 - WickedWisd0m - Deltarune (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
June 13, 2026 at 2:18 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
📺 Here we go again... 💌

Jump back into the Spamtingleverse with

POUNDING MY HANDSOME SENTIENT TELEVISION IN THE BUTT BECAUSE I'M AN ATTENTIVE PARTNER WHO CARES ABOUT HIS NEEDS

Tenna gets spoiled. Silly and sincere. Uh oh.

archiveofourown.org/works/91300641

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #tubewrites
A book cover styled after a Chuck Tingle tingler erotica story. The title reads: Pounding My Handsome Sentient Television in the Butt Because I’m an Attentive Partner Who Cares About His Needs. From Archive of our Own Author and Self-Appointed President of the CRT Appreciate Society WickedWisdom. The image shows two figures, roughly resembling their Deltarune counterparts. The shorter one on the left is a human version of Spamton. He is wearing his signature yellow and pink glasses and has a long nose, rosy cheeks, and pale skin, and is wearing a maroon polo shirt with an embroidered Delta Rune symbol. He is smirking and flashing a thumbs up at the viewer. The taller one on the right is Tenna. He has a large purple television for a head and is wearing a red suit jacket and yellow tie with a shiny golden TV pin. He is smiling and his tongue is sticking out cheekily. The figures are set against a blurred image of a dark and moody bedroom.
August 26, 2026 at 4:11 AM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
📺 Start your weekend right (?) with chapter 2 of STAY ON THE LINE 💌

Spamton & Tenna had SUCH a nice time on the phone last night! Surely nothing will ruin this for them.

Buckle in for some horror with our special guest, the Mysterious Benefactor...

🏷️ #spamtenna #spambene #deltaruined #tubewrites
Stay on the Line - Chapter 2 - WickedWisd0m - Deltarune (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
May 29, 2026 at 11:08 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
📺 And now for something completely different 💌

Inspired by seeing Chuck Tingle on tour, I proudly present

POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY MY HANDSOME SENTIENT TELEVISION

Spamtenna meets the Tingleverse in this sexy self-aware romp!

archiveofourown.org/works/88823516

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #tubewrites
A book cover styled after a Chuck Tingle tingler erotica story. The title reads: Pounded in the Butt by My Handsome Sentient Television. From Archive of our Own Author With Over 5,000 Kudos but Who's Counting WickedWisdom. The image shows two figures, roughly resembling their Deltarune counterparts. The taller one on the left is Tenna. He has a large purple television for a head and is wearing a red suit jacket and yellow tie. He is smiling. The shorter one on the right is a human version of Spamton. He is wearing his signature yellow and pink glasses and has a long nose, rosy cheeks, and pale skin, and is wearing a black shirt. He is also smiling... more or less. The figures are set against a blurred image of a cozy living room. A television glows softly in the background.
July 20, 2026 at 9:04 PM
fafoalt.bsky.social
tubewrites
tubesins (for nsfw) boobtube might lump you in with like. real TVs or porn stars

tubebrodcasts
cathodebroadcasts if you wanna keep the themeing specific to tenna/TVs
March 15, 2026 at 1:22 AM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
thanks to spamton g spamton for reminding me to check my coolant levels (which did, in fact, need to be topped off). now come diagnose my check engine light please

human spamtenna! tenna's not jealous of a car. who said that.

fungii stop coming for me like this

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltarune #tubewrites
White text on a dark background: the oil and paint-stained floor of an auto repair shop. It reads: “Come on, baby, open up for me... that’s right, just like that. Let’s see what you’ve got going on in here...” Spamton leaned forward, his gaze focused. “He’s taken good care of you, I can tell. You’re not in bad shape at all. But a little tune-up never hurt anyone. Let’s see what we can do for you, darlin’, how’s that sound?” Tenna sat on a chair across the room, legs crossed and burning with jealousy. He should have gone to the dealer. Never mind that they charged an arm and a leg. Anything would be preferable to watching his business partner sweet talk his car, stretching as he opened the hood, a firm grip on the cap of the coolant chamber. It may have been free, but he was going to pay in other ways. “Your fluid is low, no wonder you were chugging like that,” Spamton crooned. “You hang tight, we’ll get you topped up, here.” He crossed the shop floor and plucked a jug of antifreeze off the rack, shooting Tenna a sideways glance. “When’s the last time you checked the levels?” “Last month, when I went in for my oil change.” “So you didn’t check them, your mechanic did. Or didn’t, as the case seems to be.” -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. White text on a dark background: the oil and paint-stained floor of an auto repair shop. It reads: Tenna bristled, crossing his legs tighter. “You need to keep a closer eye on it. If you don’t have enough in the tank, seizing will be the least of your problems.” “Noted, thank you,” said Tenna, curt. Spamton set down the bottle and put his hands on his hips, leaving greasy smudges on the faded blue of his coveralls. “Ant, I’m serious. This could completely fuck your radiator, and your engine, too. It just takes a minute to look in there. Anyone can do it.” “I said it got topped off last month. It should have been fine.” Something in Spamton’s eyes flashed. He smacked his fist into his palm, then grabbed the jug and hurried back to Tenna’s car. Tenna sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, watching with veiled interest as Spamton poured the highlighter green fluid into the tank and knelt, peering under the car. The jumpsuit was sinfully tight at this angle, even more so as Spamton lowered himself all the way to the floor to get a better look. He leapt out of his chair and strode across the bay to get a better look himself. Spamton smirked as Tenna towered over him, a knowing look in his eyes. He patted the ground and gestured under the chassis. -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. White text on a dark background: the oil and paint-stained floor of an auto repair shop. It reads: “Wanna see for yourself?” “I can see just fine from here, thanks,” said Tenna, matching his grin and pointedly not looking at the car. “Your radiator hose is cracked,” Spamton explained. “Leaking. I can see the fluid dripping from here, puddling on the ground. Gonna stain the floor.” Tenna leered, leaning over Spamton and blocking the light. “That’s not the only puddle I see.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spamton shrugged. He rolled over with a grunt and pushed himself into a sitting position, craning his neck to meet Tenna’s gaze. “I can get this fixed for ya. But it’ll take a few days to get the part in, so you’ll have to find another ride until then. You can’t be driving around like this.” “Another ride, eh?” Throwing caution to the wind (and mentally preparing himself for a future trip to the dry cleaner), Tenna sank to the ground and straddled Spamton’s hips. “Can you set me up with a loaner?” “Only other car I got is mine,” Spamton rumbled, wiping his hands on his chest. “‘s long as you’re okay with that...” Tenna moved in close, breath whispering over Spamton’s ear, and cupped the growing bulge between his legs. “Only if you teach me how to drive stick shift.” Spamton’s laugh sent tingles down his spine. “Deal.” -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT.
March 18, 2026 at 11:18 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
I took this one in a sliiiightly different direction because a. wanted to get an expanded cast in there and b. these two are MENACES. thanks for the ask, this one was real fun to write 💝

strabby open if you wanna throw something in! cathode-gay-tube.straw.page

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltarune #tubewrites
White text on a blue background, with a pixelated water texture behind it. It reads: “Come on in, the water’s fine!” Tenna hollered, waving to the group standing by the edge of the pool. “The water WAS fine,” muttered Lanino, peering down his nose through his sunglasses and frowning. “Before he got in it.” “What an ELECTRIFYING turn of events!” Shuttah exclaimed. It bent over backwards and snapped a picture of Tenna floating on his inner tube. Tenna held a hand over his screen and laughed, the flash glancing off the water. “That’s one way to put it,” Elnina sighed. “How is he in there, anyway? Wouldn’t the water get into his chassis and short him out...?” “Best not to think too hard about these things, dewdrop,” said Lanino, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “But maybe Spamton would know...?” “Where IS he, anyway? I thought you were just with him, sunshine.” “I thought he was with you!” A familiar cackle sounded from behind them. - end text - There is a small logo in the bottom corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. It is floating in a red inner tube with yellow stars. There is also a yellow inner tube with white polka dots floating in the top left corner, containing a letter with a pink and yellow heart bearing Spamton NEO's heart face. White text on a blue background, with a pixelated water texture behind it. It reads: “Look alive, he’s coming in HOT!” Shuttah called. With a loud whoop, Spamton sprinted past the group and leapt off the diving board, performing a clean somersault before tucking his legs to his chest and entering the water with a massive cannonball. Tenna’s float rocked dangerously, sending him careening backwards, shrieking with laughter. He surfaced a moment later, hair plastered to his head and a shit-eating grin on his face. The group on the shore blinked, stupefied. “He seems... fine?” Elnina ventured. “He’s probably used to it,” Shuttah tittered. “Let them have their fun,” said Lanino. “I’M going to get a drink, and then I’m going to work on my tan. You coming?” Shuttah turned to Elnina. “He’s the sun, how does that work...?” Back in the pool, Tenna had toppled off his donut. He held it upright with one hand, shielding himself from the group on shore. Spamton smiled through the hole in the center and leaned in for a kiss. - end text - There is a small logo in the bottom corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. It is floating in a red inner tube with yellow stars. There is also a yellow inner tube with white polka dots floating in the top left corner, containing a letter with a pink and yellow heart bearing Spamton NEO's heart face. A screenshot of a strawpage ask from cathode-gay-tube.straw.page. It reads: Spamtenna go to pool party but can't pool because they would kill everyone
March 15, 2026 at 5:14 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
Arthur when I get you Arthur #tubewrites
White text on a dark photographic background of a filthy, abandoned basement. It reads: “Why are you doing this to me?” Spamton sobbed. “Why? It’s very simple.” His benefactor stood over him, dusting off his hands from the coarse rope that now bound Spamton’s hands and feet. He shrugged off his suit jacket and handed it to one of the men flanking him, face expressionless as he began to roll up his sleeves. “You break the rules, you face the consequences.” “I promise I didn’t, I didn’t mean to, it was nothing—” “You broke the only rule,” the man sighed. “I let you have free reign, gave you everything you asked for, and this is how you repay me?” “NO, it wasn’t like that! I needed to get him on my side, needed him to trust me. Please, it’s all part of the plan, I had it under control, you have to believe me...!” “I’m not sure what to believe, these days.” The benefactor slipped his hands in his pockets, a faraway look on his face. “It’s hard to find good men. Trustworthy men. And you were one of the best.” He withdrew his right hand, a flash of silver concealed in his palm. “I cannot have anything in this organization but absolute, perfect trust. You understand.” -end text- There is a small purple logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. White text on a dark photographic background of a filthy, abandoned basement. It reads: Tears and snot and drool began to puddle on the floor under Spamton’s cheek. The benefactor knelt and ran his long fingers through Spamton’s hair, loosely combing it off his forehead. The blade of his knife rested inches from Spamton’s lips: close enough to fog from his breath. “Hush now, sweetheart. It’ll all be over soon.” He worked the buttons of Spamton’s shirt open slowly, methodically, not bothering to undo his necktie. Spamton began to shake, his vision swimming at the gentleness of the touch. The benefactor traced a spot to the left of his navel and nodded, then trailed his fingers up Spamton’s torso, until they rested under his chin. He gazed down, appraising. “You’re too pretty to tremble like that. Take it like a man.” Spamton took a shuddering breath in. Some part of him bit back a retort, resistant til the very end. The knife entered his abdomen, and he screamed. -end text- There is a small purple logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT.
July 11, 2026 at 2:02 PM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
thanks for the ask!! this might spin off into a fic of its own...

I know we think of BS spam as a smooth talker, but I love the idea of him being an awkward guy at heart. def not good at one night stands or picking someone up. luckily, tenna picks up the slack 🤭

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltarune #tubewrites
White text on a dark red background. Behind the text is a photograph of a high-end hotel bar, with warm lighting, plush red velvet and soft green leather seats, and well-stocked liquor shelves. It reads: “You, uh. Come here often?” Tenna looked at the man over the rim of his glass: short, but undeniably handsome, a firm set to his shoulders and a slight paunch around the waist. Dark amber liquid swirled inside the cup in his hand, a large ice cube clinking rhythmically against the side. “No, not at all,” Tenna answered honestly. “It’s rare that I find myself in Cyber City. Even rarer that I stay the night. Not a bad spot to spend the evening, if I say so, I think I could get used to a place like this.” He set his drink on the bar and crossed his legs, the slit in his dress showing a flash of metal plating before it draped back around him. “And yourself?” “I don’t. Erm, come here often, either.” “Here for business?” “Something like that.” The man flushed, faint spots of color appearing high on his cheekbones. Tenna hummed, fingers drumming on the counter. “What kind of business does a big shot like you have around these parts?” “Sales. Advertising,” he corrected, adjusting his tie. “Run ads for the networks. Keeps me busy, that’s for sure.” “I bet they work you to death,” Tenna smiled. “Must be nice to have a night off, hmm?” -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. White text on a dark red background. Behind the text is a photograph of a high-end hotel bar, with warm lighting, plush red velvet and soft green leather seats, and well-stocked liquor shelves. It reads: “You have no idea,” the man sighed. He drained his drink and signaled the barkeep with two fingers. “I’m gonna have another. Can I get you something...?” “I’ll have what you’re having. And better make it a double,” Tenna leaned in and whispered. “Spammy, you’re tighter than a too-short extension cord. Loosen up a little!” “I’m trying,” Spamton hissed, quickly ordering two more drinks. “I don’t exactly [[Just do it]] that often, you know?!” Tenna swallowed a giggle, but his smile grew. “What, not into chatting up beautiful women at bars?” Spamton audibly ground his teeth. “Just pretend we’re back in the Green Room like normal.” “Don’t [show and tell] me how to [Doing] this, [10]-cent,” Spamton grimaced. “This was your [[Great Minds Think ]], anyway.” Casting a look behind them, Tenna moved in close and ran a hand down Spamton’s thigh, squeezing his knee. “You don’t have to indulge me if you really don’t want to,” he murmured. “I’m happy to drop this and talk normally, and we can head back to the room when we’re done with these drinks. I... I don’t want to push.” -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. White text on a dark red background. Behind the text is a photograph of a high-end hotel bar, with warm lighting, plush red velvet and soft green leather seats, and well-stocked liquor shelves. It reads: Something flashed in Spamton’s eyes. “Who said anything about not wanting to?” He reached over to Tenna and slipped a hand through the slit in his dress, dragging his hand up the stockings underneath and hooking the cuff under his finger. “It’s not the wanting that’s the problem, [boob tube], it’s the...” He trailed off and gestured with his other hand. “The [[Everything Must Go!!!]] that comes before.” Tenna shivered at the touch, but he kept his back straight, even when Spamton slid his hand out and the cuff snapped back into place. “Then let’s blow this joint and get right to the good part! No use drawing this out if your heart’s not in it.” The bartender placed two more drinks in front of them, and no sooner had they hit the bar than Spamton grabbed his and downed it in a single swallow. “Charge it all to room 600,” he instructed. “You have ten seconds to finish yours, [[Pretty Woman]], and then we’re going to mine.” Tenna wasted two of those seconds with a hand over his mouth, then tipped back his own drink, gasping as Spamton grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the elevators, heels click-clacking on the floor. -end text- There is a small logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. A screenshot of a strawpage ask from cathode-gay-tube.straw.page. It reads: what if... a lil drabble about some sexy roleplay?
March 20, 2026 at 2:51 AM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
writing brain is dead in the water this week (work, life and trauma caught up with me OTL) but I did promise @0rocketslime0.bsky.social something w cute n racy outfits. cheating a little by sharing an old #spamtenna yuri that I may never finish :') feat he/him butch spamton! #tubewrites #deltaruined
Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: The delicate fragrance of dark coffee roused Spamton from the haze of sleep. The bed dipped next to him and he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes reflexively. He heard the soft clack of a mug on the nightstand. “Spammy.” Tenna’s soft voice wrapped around him. “I've got coffee, if you’re up.” “‘m up,” he groaned, burrowing further in the blankets. Tenna's quiet laugh shook the bed. He heard her put the mug down and settle back into bed. Even through the blankets, the dappled sunlight played across his eyes, coaxing him into wakefulness... almost. He shuffled closer to Tenna and buried his face in her thigh, not willing to face the morning quite yet. She laughed again, soft and melodic, and ran a hand through his hair, delicately brushing the flyaways back into place. He groaned and tilted his head into the touch, barely stopping a purr from exiting his throat. Tenna started massaging his temples, fingers gently scratching at his scalp, until he feared he might just fall back to sleep— “Coffee’s gonna get cold,” she chided, no bite behind it. “Sure I can’t tempt you into a cup...?” Spamton groaned, hands grabbing reflexively at Tenna’s thighs. “You can tempt me into anything,” he mumbled. Summoning his willpower, he peeked out from under the blankets and sat up in bed. Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: “There he is,” Tenna chirped. A steaming mug was pressed into his palms, Tenna’s hand supporting it until she saw that Spamton’s eyes were fully open. “Thanks,” Spamton mumbled, leaning into Tenna’s side. He brought the mug to his face, inhaling the rich scent. “You didn't have to, y’know.” “Wanted to.” Tenna squeezed his thigh and draped an arm around his shoulders. “And I, heh. Feel like I owed you, after last night...” Spamton’s brain whirred into gear. Last night. Ah. “No payback needed, though it’s certainly appreciated.” He sipped from his mug and chuckled wryly as his recollection of the evening came flooding back. “I’m surprised we’re both still in one piece this morning.” That got a blush on Tenna’s face, the sweet thing. “Barely,” she murmured. He hummed and settled into her side, the coffee warming his cold fingers. Tenna rode him so hard last night it was a miracle he wasn't black and blue. His cunt stirred as he recalled the memory: Tenna’s breasts bouncing in front of his face, the perfect height to suck on her nipples until she cried his name, her tight cunt grinding against his strap, slick leaking down her thighs and onto his own, moaning so loud that surely all of Cyber City would hear... Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: He felt Tenna shiver; she seemed to be lost in thought, as well. He chuffed knowingly and ran a hand, hot from the mug, down her thigh. Her antennas dipped, weaving loosely together. “Spammy...” her voice quavered as Spamton tugged at the belt of her robe with an inquisitive finger. “Sorry," he murmured, not sorry at all. He took a long drink of his coffee and set it on the nightstand, gazing up at Tenna with unadulterated want. “You’re so gorgeous, I can’t help myself.” Tenna turned bright pink, vents bursting with hot air. She wriggled at the praise, shoulders hunched. The movement made her robe fall open. A flash of black lace caught Spamton’s eye. He froze. Blinked. Glanced up at her incredulously. Tenna blushed and smiled, innocent, and shifted just so. The top of the robe fell open, revealing a racy black bra, intricate lace cupping the curves of her breasts, with a heart-shaped cutout in the center. The peaks of her dials pressed against the fabric, stiff and wanting. She bit her bottom lip, shoulders drawn up to her chin. “Tenna." Spamton’s voice turned hard. “I’m gonna need you to put that coffee down.” Tenna, to her credit, put down the coffee, a flush spreading across her screen. Dark text on a light pink background. It reads: Spamton climbed on top of her, untied the belt at her waist, and pulled the robe apart. A matching pair of panties greeted him, trimmed with a tiny bow, scalloped lace tracing the join between her legs and torso. They rode low on her hips, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. Tenna stretched just so, arching her back and parting her legs ever so slightly, and oh dear god those panties were crotchless. Spamton thought he might burst a vessel from how fast the blood rushed to his clit. “When did you... how, I— Tenna.” Tenna giggled demurely, biting her bottom lip. “Thought it would be a nice morning surprise for you, Spammy,” she said, voice low. “Other than the coffee, I mean.” “Fuck the coffee,” said Spamton. “I don’t think that’s a good ide— oh!” Spamton’s hands were suddenly on her chest, groping greedily, pinkies brushing against her nipples.
April 10, 2026 at 5:33 AM
cathode-gay-tube.bsky.social
In honor of a fan favorite internet holiday, spamtenna get up to some nonsense for Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Just imagine Spam on the roof of the Cungo swinging a sword and Tenna tied up in the trunk... Spam's plundered the most valuable booty~

🏷️ #spamtenna #deltarune #tubewrites #TalkLikeAPirateDay
Dark text on a piece of yellowed parchment, surrounded by a compass, binoculars, and rope. Tenna and Spamton peek out from the edges of the paper, wearing pirate hats. The text reads: “Spamton.” Tenna adjusted his tie nervously. “I called you in here today to discuss a very serious matter.” Spamton helped himself to Tenna’s cigarette, smouldering in the ashtray on his desk. Smoke billowed out of his nose as he took a long drag. “[[Serious Business]], eh boob tube? Well, let’s [having] it.” “As you know, September 19th is Talk Like A Pirate Day—” If Spamton had a drink, he would have spit it out. Instead, he wheezed so hard he nearly inhaled the still-burning cigarette. Tenna leapt out of his chair and ran to Spamton’s side, snatching the cigarette away and smacking his back until the coughing had ceased. “[10 cent],” Spamton choked out, “in what [[World’s Best ]] is [[YAARRRRR]] Day a serious matter?” “It’s serious for our audience reach!” Tenna exclaimed. “This is a BIG DEAL online! MILLIONS of people celebrate it every year!” “He’s lost it,” Spamton mumbled. -end text- There is a small purple logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. Dark text on a piece of yellowed parchment, surrounded by a compass, binoculars, and rope. Tenna and Spamton peek out from the edges of the paper, wearing pirate hats. The text reads: “I have not and here’s proof.” Tenna grabbed the laptop Spamton had given him and opened it up, pointing to a web page with a long list of increasingly specific national “holidays.” Talk Like A Pirate Day was highlighted as a feature event for September. “Listen, Spam, days like this only come around once a year. Think of the advertising potential! We can do themed ad breaks, themed programming, hell, I can even have the Pippins whip up some new outfits. You love outfits.” The look Spamton gave Tenna could have peeled the makeup off a clown. “I absolutely do not [l0v3] outfits.” “You liked the outfit I wore for you last week...” “At home! In [Private, Keep Out]!! In the bedroom!!! That’s COMPLETELY different—” “Come on, Spammy, lighten up a little! We’re a couplea guys running TV programming for kids. Kids love pirates. End of story. We’re doing it.” “Then what was the [[Get to the point]] of bringing me in [hear] for a [srs] discussion??!” “I wanted to work on it together,” Tenna pouted. -end text- There is a small purple logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT. Dark text on a piece of yellowed parchment, surrounded by a compass, binoculars, and rope. Tenna and Spamton peek out from the edges of the paper, wearing pirate hats. The text reads: “Well, count me out.” Spamton spun on his heel and turned to leave. “Not even if I let you be the captain?” Spamton paused. “Think about it,” Tenna grinned, borderline seductive. “Long red coat, gold detailing, knee high leather boots, a sword on your hip and a gun in your hand. Perched on top of a matching red Cungadero...” “You and your fucking outfits,” Spamton grumbled, no heat in it. “Is that a yes?” Tenna wheedled. “...fine. But ONLY if Big Shot Autos gets to be the [XXXclusive] sponsor. If we’re [[Doing this]], we’re not [0.5] assing it, capiche?” Tenna’s grin lit up the room. “Done.” He shook Spamton’s hand, once — firm. “Now let’s get to costuming, they need new measurements.” “[U] were going to do this [weather] or not I said yes!!!” Spamton squawked. Tenna giggled and pushed a spluttering Spamton out the door. -end text- There is a small purple logo in the corner shaped like a TV with the initials of the author's username: CGT.
September 19, 2026 at 5:19 PM