"What  do  you  want  from  me?" spamton to jack frost!
What a ridiculous question from a ridiculous individual! The two of them had been at each other's necks for who knew how long now, and Spamton only found it in himself to ask this now? This could've been one of the very first things that he could've confided in the winter sprite, when their little song and dance had just begun. With Spamton asking something so bold, yet so vulnerable, at a time like this? It couldn't have been the game growing stale, no. If Jack could admit anything about both of them, it was that their pride and ego would never stop them from doing the impossible. Consequences be damned, until this very instance where the salesman stopped selling his most prominent product.
"What do I want? I want to continue having my fun. You don't even know half of what kind of thrill I get through playing with you. Not many folks tend to last long when I do... but you? You're in the same boat I'm in, Spammy! We get and let go of anyone meaningful. That's our curse." Jack tip-toed over to Spamton and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. "All we really have are each other, Spamton. Now lets get to dancing already!"
