14:47:48: Package picked up by Bacon Moo
14:47:49: @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.
15:00:19: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
15:01:06: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_139(Jeff Colen) knows @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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_139(Jeff Colen) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'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_139(Jeff Colen) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
15:01:29: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) got one over on @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) see's @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) did not see before. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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_118(Bacon Moo) 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.
15:48:34: Package delivered by Bacon Moo for $80,000