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[follyartist]

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WARNING this has NSFW in it now because uhhhh um

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TFLN WITH SPAMTON (https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/11096359.html?thread=4505440039#cmt4505440039)

[follyartist]

[HOW CONVENIENT that no one wants Spamton on their property, very high-level game he's playing here,

But a Pippins is a Pippins, and this one has no trouble going anywhere he wants—except for the whole needing Tenna Coverage thing, but that's easily arranged. This is why he looped in those other guys in the first place! The even faker fake Mikes! Leaving things to them tonight is—fine. It's fine! He's not unsettled about it or anything like that! It's so nice!! To have a night off!!!

In a shady back alley in Cyber City!

. . . Ehhh, he's been worse places.

He's leveled up considerably in stealth at this point in his career, so it's easy enough to slip in casually and unseen and take a look around himself, immediately leaning his back up against one of the walls.]

[enl4rgeyourself]

[There's some advertisement on the wall behind him for Queen Clean. Dark World leaders sure do love putting their visage anywhere and everywhere.

The lid of the dumpster flings open with a loud BANG, and a half-sized skinless Addison puppet rises out of the piles of trash.]

...GOOD! YOU HAVE ARRIVED... [[All Alone]].

[follyartist]

%$#&!

[The bang gets him to jump, even though he thought he was prepared for anything he might find here. He wasn't! He didn't emotionally prepare himself for a trash puppet!! But at least that kind of breaks the tense feeling he was having that he should not, in fact, have come here alone. Maybe it shouldn't break that feeling! Maybe he should be feeling it even more right now, but it's just really hard when he's looking at . . . this.]

HIDE IN THE SHADOWS NEXT TIME! I don't have the time to hose you off before we get this party started!!

[enl4rgeyourself]

SHOULD'VE MADE THAT PART OF THE DEAL!!

[For now he leans over the edge of the dumpster, folding his arms on it.]

I DON'T [have the time to hose you off] EITHER WHEN I'VE GOT THE [[CRT]] SENDING HIS [Squeak Squad] OF RATS CRAWLING AROUND. SO LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH!!

[follyartist]

[He is just going to march over there to try and haul him up and out of the dumpster himself, fisting a hand in his collar.]

Tenna didn't send me! You texted me first, you bozo! This is nothing but the CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS! Now get down here!

[enl4rgeyourself]

[In a quick reaction, he scrambles to the side, leaping out of the dumpster and onto the alleyway concrete on all fours. He is absolutely the rat in this scenario. He just wants to escape hands on his collar okay!!]

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE ONE OF HIS!! WHEN I TARGETED THAT [Mailing List]!!

BUT YOU KNEW,

SPAMTON G. SPAMTON.

[follyartist]

[He lets go easily enough with that, not exactly interested in doing any more touching here than necessary. Despite that promise to take out all his frustrations on this guy...that urge has not exactly dissipated with this introduction.]

Of course I knew you! The boss NEVER shuts up about you when he gets into one of his moods!

[enl4rgeyourself]

...

[oh right suddenly his entire situation is liable to be reported back to Tenna instantly, no matter how much he cries about this being a Top Secret meeting]

OF COURSE OF COURSE. BY THE WAY I AM HERE AS A [Stealth Mission] AND IT SHOULDN"T BE MISTAKEN AS MY [Place of Residence].

[follyartist]

I didn't think it was until you just said that!

[But now he kind of does after that suspicious denial! ...Yeesh. Look at this guy. The Pippins crosses his arms over his chest and takes another, calmer look around the alleyway they're in. Any sense of danger has passed by now. Now it's just a little sad?!]

[enl4rgeyourself]

AND NOW WE STILL DON'T THINK IT!!! PULL OUT THE [bones]!!!

[AND STOP LOOKING AT MY ALLEYWAY YOU FILTHY SPY]

[follyartist]

Do we HAVE to do this here?! I'm the one who's actually on a stealth mission here, and even I'm not gambling in a dumpster! Have a little class!! You're dragging down the WHOLE VIBE of making a good bet!!

[The internet truly has ruined gambling...what happened to the good old days...ahhhhh, he sounds like Tenna now!!!

But he does at least produce two cups and a big handful of D6s from his jacket, holding them out to Spamton.]

[enl4rgeyourself]

IF YOU WANT TO PLAY [Frogg r] SOME MORE WE CAN [Probly] FIND AN [Annoying Mouse Room] OR [3] BUT I'M ALSO [keep it on the download] AROUND HERE!!

[He takes the goodies though. Rattling around the dice. He doesn't know how to check for loaded dice but he can pretend he does]

[follyartist]

[Oh Spamton, this is a Pippins. He doesn't need to use loaded dice to cheat. But he appreciates the gesture! That makes all this feel a little more legit and exciting and less of an encounter happening literally in the trash!]

I'll take it! Annoying Mouse Room it is! And if you're trying to be subtle, maybe you should consider being less of an EYESORE! Grab a shower and a comb! It hurts just to look at you! That's the opposite of UNDER THE RADAR!

[enl4rgeyourself]

IF WE'RE GETTING [up close and personal] YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S [Puke Green] YOU [Slime]!! WHAT ARE YOU A [[0.0122%]] OR SOMETHING.

[HUFF! He will start leading the way out of the alley, confident in his directions but looking skittish as they are going to be traveling down a really wide open highway.]

[follyartist]

[A Pippins, and especially one of the more recognizable ones out of the bunch, should probably also not be too casual about being seen with Spamton G. Spamton in Cyber City . . . so being a little skittery about this is fine. "Puke Green" is less fine.]

You want me to shove ya into traffic?!

[enl4rgeyourself]

EHEHEAHEAHAHAEAHEAHAHA!!!! BUT YOU WON'T ! I'M ONLY [Best Value] TO YOU [[Alive]]!!!

[follyartist]

[WHY . . . IS HE DOING THIS AGAIN,

Ehhhh, dammit, he knows why! This genuinely is the best shot he's had in a while of finding out something concrete about Mike! The email guy used to spend basically all of his time with Tenna, and Mike, the real Mike, was definitely around back then. Do you remember the day we met? This guy has met Mike!

. . . Or maybe he hasn't. Maybe that whole thing was a bluff! But a Pippins knows bluffing, and falling for a bluff is still valuable information about the players of the game. If it turns out this guy actually doesn't know shit, that implies that even a guy that close to Tenna, that omnipresent on the set back then, still didn't ever see Mike. Which would lend support to the Mike Isn't Real theory! That theory is the most maddening of them to consider, but evidence is evidence! This could tip everything in a new direction!! He's connected the dots!!!

Speaking of tipping in a new direction, he grabs the back of Spamton's jacket in his fist as they walk, as if he may actually toss him off the side of the road and into traffic. He doesn't! Of course he doesn't! He's only best value to him alive!!]

If you're betting on that, keep in mind who you're betting against!! IT'S LIME! IT'S LIME GREEN!!

[enl4rgeyourself]

[FLAILING IN MIDAIR but only a little bit. Only a little flailing.]

WHATEVER [Lime Disease]!! YOU CAN'T THROW ME INTO TRAFFIC UNTIL OUR DEAL IS COMPLETE!!!

[follyartist]

[There is also the fact that it feels nice to shove someone around a little without having to think about being in a professional environment. That's another, more secret reason he's going through with this. But he puts Spamton down again with a pissy huff—one with the slightest undercurrent of that was kinda fun.]

Look forward to it, you Puppet Pipsqueak!!

[He also doesn't frequently get to call out people as being shorter than he is.]

You know we're not getting through all three rounds tonight, right? I can't be away from TV World that long, as much as I wanna get this %#$@ over with!

[enl4rgeyourself]

WHAT!!! MY [Round 2] IS GOING TO BE A REAL [Speedrun]!! HOW LONG ARE YOU PLANNING TO TAKE?!

[follyartist]

I haven't even decided what Round 3 is yet!! Give me a break or I'll just make you play Battat for it!!

[enl4rgeyourself]

WHAT THE [!$%@] IS [Battat] YOU CAN'T MAKE THINGS UP AND YOU CAN'T CHOOSE [2 out of 3 agree] OF THE GAMES ALL BY YOURSELF!!!! WE'RE DECIDING THAT ONE [as a team]!!!

[follyartist]

ALL GAMES ARE MADE UP! Fine, let's cross that bridge when we come to it! When I win the first two rounds, it won't even matter what round three would have been.

[enl4rgeyourself]

[DARK CHUCKLE OF RIVALRY]

SURE BUDDY!!! HEY QUICK [Questions]!!! IF YOU KNOW. WHO I AM. WHY DO YOU ACT SO [[Smug Cat]]?!?! YOU KNOW IT!! YOU KNOW IT!!!! YOU KNOW I'M A [[BIG SHOT]]!!!!!!!

[follyartist]

Huhuhu! You're right! I know exactly who you are! You're the one who doesn't know who you're dealing with here! Haven't you realized yet the advantage that gives me?!

[Rivalry is a pretty good time, actually.]