Would you like to be my Spambor?

Welcome nosy Spambor.

You're looking in your Spambor's window. What do you see?

Kink.

The abyss staring back.

my face

I stare into the abyss and the abyss stares back.

Nothing but inanity.

It's a banniful day in the Spamorhood.
It's a banniful day for a Spammer.
Could you get banned?
Would you get banned?

It's a Spammerly day in the banniwood
It's a Spammerly day for a Mod
Who will get banned?
Just who will you ban?

I have always wanted to meet a Spammer just like you.
I have always wanted to be in a Spamorhood with you.

So lets make the most of this banniful day.
And since we're together we might aswell say.
Would you get banned?
Could you get banned?
Will you get banned?

Will you please?
Will you please?
Will you please get banned?

Hello, Internet Spammer. I'm glad we're together again.

I approve Broby.

It appears to be a rather lavish living room. A staircase made entirely of marble ascends beyond view, and there is a fireplace on the far side of the room. Countless sheets of paper adorned with scribblings of what appear to be names, and numbers sit next to a dozen or so bags filled with dice on a mahogany coffee table.

Everything seems peaceful.

Except... upon a change of viewing angle, there's an old cement staircase leading down into a dark area. Muffled noises can be heard all the way from the window. Some sound like screams, others like a snapping noise. Every once in a while an, "Ooooooh...", escapes the window pane. Paintings that before seemed lifeless were actually trembling considerably now.