00:35:21: Package picked up by Bacon Moo
00:35:22: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues their delivery.
00:57:29: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
01:00:27: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
01:04:12: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal. "Ah, that's the one. I'm here already." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) to come running down the road, package in tow. "I know this one. Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum. They won't be able to handle this either." @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) came into view. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) barely heard @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
01:04:45: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
01:04:49: Someone once told @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) got one over on @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) see's @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) did not see before. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) escaping with the package still in tow far down the road. Don't worry. The Intergalactic Postal Service has excellent health coverage for limb replacement.
01:04:58: Someone once told @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) knows @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) has stolen one too many packages from them before, but brushes the sweat from their brow, banishing that memory. The heaviness of the EK40 surface to air missile launcher is starting to wear on @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s finger closes around the trigger loosely, causing the launcher to commence lock-on. A small repetitive beep turns into a single tone, signaling the moment for action. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
01:37:03: Package delivered by Calto Fremis for $140,000