18:10:34: Package picked up by Toe Cutter
18:10:35: @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) is on a roll, carving a violent swathe through everything in their path when they enter a crossroads.  Dangerous territory.  A field of Space Bastards, but @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) smiles.  Winners aren't born; they're built.  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) lets loose a volley of grenades while igniting their rocket boots, soaring over the carnage below.  One failed attempt.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Each attempted theft of the package raises @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter)'s adrenaline.  @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter).  "Not today, my friend."  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
20:38:41: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson).  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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_7(Blaylock Samson) 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_7(Blaylock Samson) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) 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_66(Toe Cutter) came into view.  @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) barely heard @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:01:45: Someone once told @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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_9(Mac Nielson) knows @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) 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_9(Mac Nielson) but the time is almost here.  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter)'s ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'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_9(Mac Nielson) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
22:21:40: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) after a failed package theft attempt.  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) resumes on their way.
23:12:17: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt.  @peepso_user_66(Toe Cutter) continues their delivery.
02:16:34: Package delivered by Toe Cutter for $100,000