It Beats Watching Paint Dry
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Spike sighs heavily as lays sprawled out across a big, purple couch. He holds a remote control in his claw which extends out towards a box-shaped, gray television. He clicks the remote absentmindedly, scanning channel after channel of different patterns of static accompanied by ‘CH.’ then the channel number in bright green lettering in the upper left-hand corner of the set.
“All these channels and nothing is on…” he bemoans as he clicks through several more channels of black and white static. “Literally since T.V. was just invented… Welp… I guess it’s Ponyville Public Access again…” Spike says as the slightest hints of a smile arrived at the corners of his lips. He suddenly frowns once more. “Maybe it’ll be better than I remember…”
Spike clicks the button a few more times and finally something other than static appears on the screen.