When the camera came on, a lil' Sparky, looking exactly like SPW, was sitting in the living room chair sideways, reading a newspaper. His face had the same features, but looked much more serious than SPW.
"...Ahem..." SPW's voice could be heard, though he was offscreen.
"We're doing this now?" the new lil' sparky asked, looking towards the camera. He sighed, folding up the newspaper and turning to face the camera.
"Fine. Listen up, folks: I'm gonna say this once to shut SPW up."
He made a menacing smile.
"My... Adopted name is ESPW: Evil SuperPaperWatt. Its a dumb name, I know. Unfortunately, Spoo got the first dibs, and called me his "evil half".
He shook his head.
"I won't go into details what happened, but I am SPW's cooler, badass-ier, and much more masculine half. While he's busy rescuing fairies from turtles, I kill armed mercenaries to protect hot chicks. I get the grittier and cooler games, but I'm stuck looking like goody two-shoes back there."
He pulled out a grappling gun.
"I'm really into the Just Cause series. Something about driving a car off a cliff and attaching to a helicopter to hijack it just speaks to me."
He showed off a daedric shield and helmet, expertly crafted to fit the lil' sparky.
"Most of my existence centers in Bethesda games. Elder scrolls and Fallout. Its where I learned how beautiful a set of sturdy armor can be. SPW likes being swift and cunning, using his cute face to trick people into doing what he wants. Not me. If I can't scare them with my muscle or beat them... With my muscle, I want a new way. I looooove armor. Make it well enough, and you'll be invincible. I also like cake. Like, Cake is somewhere between Girl booty and explosions."
He put on his helmet and took a stance with his shield.
"All the looks with none of the freak. If you ladies want a REAL SPW, you know where to find me."
He flew up to the camera.
"Him becoming his own personality was the best thing that ever happened to me. And when I get the chance to get rid of him for good..."
"I'm right here, ya know." SPW said.
"Shut it. Well, thats all you need to know about me. ESPW... The real SPW." ESPW said.
"Whatever, E. Thats the two SPWs, signing off." SPW cheered. "This camera sucks. We need a new one; I can't figure out how to turn it off!"
ESPW sighed, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at the camera. With a gunshot, the camera turned off.