[power on.] [channel switch.] [annoyed channel switch.] [Mr. Ant Tenna's TV Time starts.] [The camera turns on and a snow white, femme Addison is standing alone on a stage, holding a mic. He greets the crowd enthusiastically, but drops the act after a moment.] *Yo, whassup guys? *...No slang? (You can practically hear the cricket chirps.) No slang. Okay. *Well. A-anyways. (He fiddles with the mic in his hand, then whisper-yells offstage.) HEY, MR TENNA, A LITTLE HELP? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS CROWD HELP ME HELPHELPEHLP (Tenna doesn't bother whispering, just yells.) *TALK ABOUT YOURSELF, KID?? THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON I PUT YOU ONSTAGE ALONE?? *SorrY. Fine, fine, go back to whatever it was you were doing. (He looks back at the audience.) Well, folks, I guess I'd better listen to him or risk getting thrown halfway across TV World... (No one laughs. He clicks his tongue.) Tough crowd, eh? *A-anyways, I'm Spamton. Spamton G. Spamton. I, uh.. I work here. Obviously. {omg this is so awkward get me offstage ant why would you do this to me help help help} (Tenna sees his desperate glance and quietly says,) *You should really mention how you're, like, a teenager. The crowd would get a kick outta that. (He grins deviously, and Spamton grimaces, knowing that Tenna's voice carried throughout the whole audience, which is hushed and curious now.) *(He clears his throat and the mic squeals with feedback. He leaps about half a foot into the air and then laughs awkwardly, ignoring his embarrassing gut reaction.) Okay, I am NOT a teenager. {is 19 a teenager??} ..But yes, I AM a little.. uh.. younger than you'd expect. My birthday is May 3rd.. 1978. So. Enjoy math, I guess. *I'm kinda new here, and, well, kinda really awkward onstage. If you couldn't tell. (The crowd chuckles and he relaxes a little.) *But I'd really like to make this place-- and this show-- better! Not that it was bad. Oh gosh he's glaring at me [The camera pans over to Tenna's glowering face.] Well, er.. haha, perhaps that means it's time for a commercial break. Thanks, gents! Oh, and ladies. And uh. Others. Love you guys, sorry for not mentioning you first. (He laughs awkwardly again, then drops the smile, frantically waves a hand at the lights, which power off, and scrambles offstage.) [power off.] *Oh, gee, that was awkward, huh? And REALLY rushed. Oh, man, I should get Tens to lemme redo that sometime.. Well, anyways. Sorry, citizens of Scratch, for making you watch that. *Uh. I actually covered all that I'm.. willing to mention... in that recording. So. Bye, I guess? Uh. See you around. Heh.
[in brackets are the tv controls and technical changes] ((ONLY FOR THE ABOVE SECTION)) (in parentheses is the description of what's going on) {in whatever the f.... these are is spamton's inner thoughts} ((in two sets of parentheses is ooc!!)) (( Okay, regular @10V313TT3R section. Basically, I'd seen a TON of canon Spamton rp accounts, but hadn't seen a single big shot/Addison era one So I fixed it :D yes, I am a spamtenna shipper, if tenna comes up in conversation, please for the love of god do not get mad at me (letter me or spamton me) for saying something gay just tell me ur not a shipper and i'll comply alr? alr. characterization may be.. interesting smh nobody actually knows what Spamton was like before canon anyways so don't yell at me for being ooc please istg )) ((yo... if you have a tenna rp acct talk to me......... gng...... th... th yowee......................))
