#spamton mail

[ask-tv-time]

Are you two going to make it official any time soon? (You know exactly what I mean...)

[* Tenna is intentionally playing dumb.]

"Make what official?"

[* Spamton appears just as confused, but for a different reason.]

"I thought we were already [[Juiciest Celebrity Relationship Scandals]]?"

[* He visibly starts to get nervous.]

"Whaaaat?

No, no, that's not—! We're obviously—! It's more complicated than—! We're just— That would never—"

[* Tenna shrinks, visibly holding back from completely losing it on camera behind a strained smile.]

[* Spamton just gives Tenna a look. Then, he presses a button on a hidden earpiece.]

"Mike, [[Cut, CUT!]] the film, I gotta talk to him."

[* The camera cuts out for awhile, presumably to allow them to talk in private.]

[ask-tv-time]

aw, you two seem happy not for long

You know, I don't think Mike has appeared physically on the show before. What's he like backstage? He always seems to be hard at work every episode

legible cough

—DT

[* Tenna's screen blacks out.]

"what do you mean 'not for long'."

[* Spamton tugs his pant leg.]

"Uh. [[Boob Tube]], they asked a question."

[* He then returns to normal.]

"Oh! Mike! Yeah, Mike is great! Just swell! I'd argue he's the most important member of our team! ~☆"

[ask-tv-time]

Spamton, do you love TV?

Tenna, do you love Spam email?

[* Tenna's screen lights up bright red. He gives a sheepish smile and tugs at his collar.]

"That's—! What a

Great Question,

dear viewer! I can't say I understand how the internet works, but this whole 'email' thing seems pretty nifty...!"

[* Spamton smirks, narrowing his eyes.]

"I know what they wanna hear. C'mon, [[Cathode]], no need to be shy about it. I'll say it first."

[* Tenna pulls on his antennas, shrinking a bit.]

"Can it, mailman! What will the VIEWERS think?!"

"C'mon, Tens. I'm gonna say it and our show's [[VALUED CUSTOMER]] will go through the roof. Watch."

[* He looks dead at the camera and points up at Tenna.]

"I love this [[Cathode]]!"

[* Tenna's screen gets even redder as he shrinks even more.]

"Aaaaaaa—"

[ask-tv-time]

[In the Fan Mail room lies a new letter. A simple envelope with blocky letters on it and a small star sticker. Upon it is written: To Mister Spamton and Mister Tenna.]

[Inside is a letter written upon what looks like a piece of paper torn out of a textbook.]

Dear Mister Spamton and Mister Tenna,

I don't think I've written a letter to anyone since I was in 2nd grade but here goes. Life has been rough recently and it's hard to look forward to things nowadays. Your guys Show has helped a lot. I put it on while I do homework or go to bed, it helps keep my nightmares away.

Thank you for being good Role Models and sorry if this is getting long. I'm not good at this social stuff.

P.S - I got my first A+ a few days ago. It was for science, I wanna be a biologist when I'm older.

Sincerely, A teen fan.

[There is another star sticker at the bottom of the letter. Upon it is written 'you tried' in blocky handwriting.]

[* Tenna seems to calm down when he sees the letter.]

"Thank you, kiddo. All our viewers mean a lot to us, really. It's such a shame we can't care about all of you individually, as much as I know I want to."

"Hey, wishing you [[Try Your Luck]] with that biologist thing! It's gonna be hard, but hard ain't impossible! If you're as stubborn as me, you'll do [[Great]]!"

[* Tenna snickers.]

"Stubborn's right, heh—"

"Why you—!"

[* Spamton playfully whacks him on the head with the letter.]

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[There is a Pippins here. He holds two coffee cups as he approaches Spamton and Tenna, a faint smile on his lips that show off his buckteeth.]

Good Morning Mr. Tenna, Good Morning Spamton. Your Drinks Have Been Made And Your Wardrobes Organised. Your Costumes For Tonight's Set Have Been Completed And You Can Find Them Within Your Dressing Room.

[The Pippins hands Tenna a warm cup of overly sweetened coffee while handing Spamton black coffee with a sugar lemon on the side.]

I Must Depart Now. Good Day To You Both.

[The Pippins Rushes Off. There Is No Pippins Here.]

(Ask sent by @servant-mike)

[* Spamton sighs and takes a sip of his coffee, wincing at the taste.]

"Eghh. No idea why they think I like this [[Garbage]]..."

[* Tenna happily sips his, but pauses when he hears Spamton's comment.]

"If you don't like it, then why do you keep drinking it?"

"They went [[OUTTA MY WAY]] to make this for me, I'm not wasting it."

[* Tenna swirls his antennas in a manner reminiscing of rolling one's eyes.]

"Alrighty, if you insist..."

"I wonder what costumes you [[Wonderful Selection]] for us this time, Tens..."

"Well, you'll have to find out when it's time for the set~☆"

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Do you guys have any merch? The fans are DYING to know

[* It would be so funny if Mod plugged the Fangamer merch.]

"Merch, huh? I've actually been discussing that with Spammy... What kinds of things would people want to buy, though...? I mean, I've got ideas, but... I don't know if people will like them..."

[* Almost as if summoned by the very concept of materialism, Spamton rushes up to Tenna clearly excited.]

"PEOPLE WILL [[BUY NOW]] ALL KINDS OF THINGS IF YOU PUT TV TIME BRANDING ON IT, TRUST ME, TENS! THEY'LL EAT IT UP! BOBBLEHEADS, NOVELTY MUGS, T-SHIRTS, POSTERS! [[AND THAT'S NOT ALL!]]!!"

[* Tenna seems taken aback by the sudden energy, but smiles.]

"Hee hee~♡ He's so cute when he's excited...

Those are all wonderful ideas, Spammy! I've already ran those ideas past the higher-ups, I'm sure they'll be approved!"

[* Spamton seems unusually proud of himself.]

"Look out for exclusive TV Time [[Collectibles]] dropping in stores near you!!!"

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giving Spamton a tiny top hat

Mod was SO enamored by this mental image that it simply HAD to draw it! Gave him a lil cane too cuz why not.

"So, How do I look, Tens? I know I FEEL like a [[Gentleman]]!"

(Bonus: Tenna reaction)

[ask-tv-time]

to spamton, just curious, but do you like PROTEIN? oh and hopefully you're a good FRIEND to tenna. would put up a good IMAGE.

[* Spamton is a bit put off by this letter. Is someone playing some kind of sick joke on him? Is this a threat? This has to be a thinly veiled threat, right?]

[* He quickly stuffs it in his jacket, intending to shred it later.]

"What's it say, Spammy?"

"... It was just some weirdo [[harrassmint]] me, don't worry about it."

[* Tenna grins wide, none the wiser.]

"Okayyy ♡ yay ♡"