#oo HELLO OPERATOR GIVE ME NUMBER 9 oo

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* "TH- THE STRINGS ARE G0NE. THEY- THeY^RE GONE. BU T WHY CAN I- I- CAN I- CAN I ST1LL FE3L THEM... [[Inside]] mE?"

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"Spams what happened ?! The whole street just experienced some kind of EMP , are you okay ?! "

Apparently the game really, REALLY didn't like it when someone else tried to take the reigns. It reminded Spamjo of before, when he finally became NEO right in the middle of town. The town seemed to react with violent tremors in a way that implied something really wasn't supposed to be there. There was an awful lot of honking, tire screeching, and crashing in the distance until it all just stopped, other vehicles and buildings were spawning in, clipping into each other in a big glitched-out mess along the Cyber City district's skyline before unceremoniously crashing to the streets below. Some of the skyscrapers even looked strangely... Spamton shaped. Was this why The Administrator wanted everyone in one place around a somewhat cozy bonfire? For their safety? *"[[Angel]]!! BOY, AM I SURE GLAD THAT [[He's Frozen In There And That We're Out Here]]- I MEAn [[And He's The Sheriff]] n0 [[We're Frozen Out Here]] GO--DDAMNiT [[And We're In There]] F!**[[AND I JUST REMEMBERED We're Out Here.]]." His eyes filled with static for a moment. *"I'M GLAD WE'RE NOT IN THE G0DDAMN CITY. THERE!"

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" The Administrator ? "

Is that who was responsible ? There's been whispers about it back when they , originally took over but nothing that gave her much insight on their mission . She assumed they were Darkeners that we're just at the wrong place at the wrong time .

" Are you sure this is a-a good idea ? If you're that concerned about losing control maybe it's better you , don't mess with the code too much . You could hurt yourself . "

*"[[The Administrator]] IS JUST SOME [[Nerd]] THAT WRITES MY STORY HERE APPARENTLY. AS FAR AS I KN0W ANYWAY.

AND DONT YOU WORRY Y0UR [[Beautiful Head]], [[Angel]]! I'M JUST GOING NEO, AND NOT- NOTT TOUCHIN AAAAANYTHING ELSE. MY [[Hyperlink Blocked]] IS SCREWED UP ENOUGH ALREADY.

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His hand hovered shakily over the string of code for a moment or two as he took a deep breath and changed the value.

Spamjo's sprite immediately began to glitch wildly, shooting off pixels in every direction as his code began to rearrange. He stumbled backwards, closing the command window and struggling to keep his balance as the world through his eyes became a Kaleidescape of nauseating colors.

The salesman held his breath as the static began to clear, readying himself for the incoming pain.

But...

There was none.

Spamjo NEO tilted his head to the heavens and was still met with the sight of wires, but they were lowering-- not lowering him, they were slack, falling. The mech turned its head to see the mass of green wires splayed out behind him, they were still attached to his back, but nothing else, cascading in the breeze and flowing like a bright green cape.

He turned his attention back to the sky above and smiled.

Only to be smacked in the face by a piece of paper fluttering around in the wind.

Spamjo grumbled and peeled it off, catching a glimpse of some familiar green handwriting on it.

"CONGRATIONS! You did the it! You cut your strings. I did what I could for the mech's power source (don't ask what I did exactly. Please.) but it's still got terrible fuel issues. Watch your energy readings.

And please, even though I already know you won't-- be careful.

Sincerely, Admin"

...He then ate the note.

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"You okay there, buddy?"

*"[[Shy-Guy]]!! YOU'RE JUST IN TIME!! TO WITNESS!!

[[NEO]] !!"

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A list wouldn't hurt! It might help you figure things out. :D

Cons: PAIN. [[Full Body Scrunge]]. HEAD PAIN. [[VARINATION]]. AFRAID OF FLYING TO HIGH AND FALLING TO MY [[Death]].

Pros: DUELING BANJO ATTACK. I CAN TURN MY HANDS INTO PHONES. I LO0K AWESOME. [[Big!]]. I C4N K1LL AND MAIM. THE [[Hot Pink]] CLAWS ARE NICE TOO.

*"...I HAVE MADE MY DECISION! IT^S T1ME TO G0 NEO! [Again]!"

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Spamton paced around the scrap yard, holding up his glitching console command window and staring at the string of code to activate NEO.

All he had to do now was change a zero to a one and all that power would be his again.

But...

He had to ask himself, did he really want to go through that again? The pain? The loss of control? If he didn't go through with it then all that work to get the Administrator's password was for nothing.

Perhaps...

Perhaps it's time to ask the audience for help once more.

It's time to make a choice.

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*1S MIKE PART OF YOUR [live studio audience]???

Spaul’s been kinda quiet, just absorbing information…at least until Mike was brought up. His Mike was that…he couldn’t think of a word vile enough, but he was the one on the phone. That didn’t seem to be the case for Spamjo, though.

*I C4N [[assist you with your purchase]] IN DEALING WITH H1M!!!

@thebigshotman

*" L0OK ALRIGHT, AL[[Right]] ALREADY!" Spamjo yelled at the heavens before looking back at Spaul. *"Mike was... hah. That guy was the real big shot on set. We met when [[The Operator]] landed me my first real TV gig! Mike was the crew's sound guy. Y'know... the guy off in the corner with the funny-looking microphone? The rest of the crew was..." he paused and gave a so-so gesture with his hand. *"THE DIRECTOR, N0W THAT GUY WAS AN A$$H0LE!"

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"What just happened? And who's Mike? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

The question came while he was sipping down a red plastic cup full of gasoline and even though he knew damn well he should've been expecting it sooner or later, it still caught him off guard enough to make him spit all of it back out. Thankfully, it wasn't in Shy's direction nor the bonfire of trash.

*"WHAT?! EHAHAEHEHEHAHAHA!! YOu GOTT--A BE PULLIN MY [Nose], MIKE WOULD NEVER-NEVER- EVeR HURT [[#1 Rated Salsman 1997]]!"

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*HE-Y H3Y SPAMJO!! LISTEN I KN0W WE [[only on pay per view!]] BEFORE BUT TH1S IS [big]!!!

*MY [All we do is Advertise!]…WE’RE [Friend Request Accepted] AGA1N!! ISN’T THAT GR8?!?!

He laughs loud and long, but even though it sounds maniacal it doesn’t come from a place of insanity. It comes from a place of…let’s just say very happy emotions. That may or may not overlap with insanity

@thebigshotman

Spamjo's ever-present grin tugs down at it's corners for a moment before he forces them back up.

*" WELL-EL," he began through gritted teeth, straining to make his broken voice sound enthusiastic, *" ISN^T TH4T JUST-T SWELL." Spamjo clenched his fists at his side. He wanted to be happy for Spaul-- he knew he SHOULD be happy but he sure as hell wasn't.

The recently-gone-NEO-again salesman crouched to Spaul's level staring through him.

*" BUT H0W [[Longer Lasting Freshness]] TIL THEY- THEy G3T FED UP? H0W LONG TIL THEY-EY-EY [[Made Me Realize]) TH3Y MADE A MISTAKE & KICK YA TO THE CURB AGa1n?"

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*SO-SO-SO-S0 YOUR [Smooth Taste of ] N0W?? AND W1THOUT THE [pulls the strings and makes them ring]??? [[Conglaturations!!]]

Spaul looked quite happy for Spamjo, his grin looking a lot more natural than usual as he looked way way up. But beneath his glasses, his eyes had a twinge of sadness to them.

*JUST [safety first!] OKAY!!! [NEO] C4N M4KE YOU [[*unintelligible laughter*]] 3VEN WITH [no strings on me]!!!

@thebigshotman

"*HEHAHAHhA!!! [[Spaulie]]!! YOU LITTLE [[Half-Priced Walnuts]]!! ILL BE FIIIIII1NE. JUST A QUICK LITTLE [Murder] THEN IM OFF THE STUFF FOR GOOD I TELL YA!

(B. Side)S, THIS AINT MY FIRST RODEO WITH [[The Smooth Taste Of NEO]]! I AL-READY FE3L MUCH-MUCH-MUC# BETTER-- MUcH BETT3R THAN LAST TIME! PHYSICALLY!"

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" Maybe you should . Makes it easier to keep track of what's easier on your system instead of going in blind on everything . "

Crossing her arms loosely , she furrows her brows .

" I'm still a little concerned though , because what if there's another pulse ? "

He ponders over that for a moment. A very brief moment. *"mMMMM NAH, IM SURE ITLL BE FIIIINE. BESIDES, [[The Administrator]]'S BEEN QUIET ABOUT IT. HAHA...WEIRD RIGHT?"

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Oh, and. Uh. Maybe don't murder people,

*"INSTRUCTIONS UNCLEAR."

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What does he mean by 'loss of control' ? If he was able to hack into the system before the surely he's able to take the reins again , right ?

*"OOOOOo0h [[Kiddo]], NOT THAT KINDA [[Power Struggle]]! I MEANT THE [[Lost All Control Of Your Life?]] KIND! EHAHEHAHAHAHA!!!

...NEO MAKES ME FE3L ([Powerful!] DON>T GET ME WR0NG, BUUUUUUT... IT MAKES ME FEEL KINDA-KINDa WEIRD. YKNOW... UP HERE." Spamjo tapped his finger on his temple then shrugged.

*"MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE A [[Pros And Cons Of !]] LIST."

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* [A Chair Is A Piece Of Furniture With A Raised Surface Supported With Legs, Commonly Used To Seat A Single Person. Chairs Are Supported Most Often By Four Legs And Have A Back; However A Chair Can Have Three Legs Or A Different Shape] * * * HEY H EY-HEY [[Spamjo]] [Spamton G. Spamton]!!!

*"AND IN COMES [Spafnir] WITH A STEEL CHAIR! !

hET HE-Y H3Y! WHAT UP, MY [[Brother]]?"

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Surely there's other things you can do with this password?

*"OH BOY OH BOY THERE CERTAINLY [R]!!

DONT-- D0Nt REALLY W4NNA MESS WITH THOSE. I DUNNO WHAT MOST OF THIS EVEN MEANS AND IT [[Aint]] LIKE I GOT A MANUAL OR ANY-ANYTH1NG--ING.

BesiDES!! I GOTTA BE [[Big!]] SO I CAN PUT THE FEAR OF [[God]] IN THAT GODDAMN GAMESHOW HOST BEFORE I R1P HIS [[Beautiful Head]] OFF HIS NONEXISTENT N3CK!"