<div class="floatright">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4jegfVgGT1qzzd1p.jpg)</div><br/>Spencer couldn't help but joke with the driver of the town car as it made random turns throughout the city. He kept the blindfold on but kept pretending that he'd seen landmarks that didn't exist.<br/><br/>He would feign a gasp and exclaim, "Oop! Saw the Golden Gate bridge, the jig is up!" or "All right! Viva Las Vegas!".   Beyond that, he'd taunt the driver with how they wouldn't get much ransom for him, his former band-mates would rather see him shot than rescued.<br/><br/>When they arrived, and he was allowed to take his blindfold off, he mocked disappointment. "Aww, man. I thought we were filming on the moon." This was said more for the driver, who'd had to endure an hour of similar jokes, but when Spencer saw the camera filming his arrival, he changed course.   He gave the camera two 'shocker' gestures with his hands, grabbed his large backpack, and walked toward the house.<br/><br/>Spencer gave a long whistle as he took in the size and splendor of the place. "So this will be the battleground." He said aloud. "The wet, sticky, throbbing battleground. Killer."<br/><br/>Despite his antics, Spencer had no illusion about what he'd have to accomplish here. With his musical career tanked for now, his best prospect would be to capitalize on the tiny part in a mid-budget porno that he'd merely had a cameo in. He had an unscripted sex-scene, but it was in the bonus features section, and wasn't even on-set, one of the actresses and him simply hit it off and decided to fuck on camera.  That had lead to conversations about applying for this new reality show, and now, here he was.<br/><br/>The requirements for this show had made him realize that he had very few shirts that weren't branded. He'd worn branded t-shirts almost exclusively while on tour for the extra cash, and he'd had to resort to extreme measures. He had a T-shirt made for this first day, a green shirt that read in white letters: "This Dude is Cray-Cray", the slang for 'crazy' and intentional play on his porn-name. It had been a point of contention with the Sizzle staff, until they finally saw that in fact, it was not an existing brand, not copyrighted, and original. At least his long, skateboard-style shorts weren't covered in logos that the camera could spot, and he'd slapped duct tape over his converse shoes' logo just to be sure, and wrote 'shoes' on the duct tape.<br/><br/>Walking through the gardens he was a bit humbled by the size and splendor of his surroundings. There was no joke to be made, it was simply amazing. "I'm gonna need a sherpa to help find my way around." He finally said when he'd realized he'd been silent for an unthinkable twenty seconds.<br/><br/>When he entered the house, he gave another long look around taking in his new residence for the next couple of weeks. "Pardon me, I'm the neighbor, and I need to borrow a cup of sugar." He called, but didn't yell.