At least the mansion was near. Gaudy as it looked, the place was extremely visible. The front doors were open to the public as always. The rooms were not. With his familiarity (and short stature, if he was honest) he managed to wiggle its way past security up the stairs, down the halls to its door. The only hold up was when he got to the door.
"I'm sorry, Mister Spamton, but you were evicted from your room." The swatchling outside said. Wonderful.
"But I— But I— I STILL HAVE A MONTHS WORTH OF RENT!!" Spamton glared up at the cyber bird. "Can't I stay a [Just A Little Bit] longer?"
"I'm so sorry, Mister Spamton, you were well aware of the clause when you signed your paperwork." To their credit, the swatchling's subtle color shift revealed their sincere apology. "Due to the expiration, you will need to renew with a total of six months rent."
