Smash & Grab 2026-02-02 #15

So the Chef Boreda Dee accepted the cargo haul, five crates. "I'll bring five along with me, but I'm not carrying nothing.  Anything. Whatever. "  Chef Jonny, peeked through the seal and discovered there was no mungercheese, no exotic fungus, not even any bloodwine in the crates.  "Looks like some gal's stash of costume jewelry."

Next thing we know, they're getting swarmed by the Strip Club Eschers, who must have been listening.  Thinking possibly a little rub and mug, a little tit for fat, was possible, the goliaths stood out front, fully fluffed.   A plasma round to the stimmer, a badly thrown smoke grenade, and both regurgitator champions proved to be frustrated and useless.  Soon Phat Goo and Reserve'D'th both were out, the later captured, and all that was left were the two chefs.  Boss made a go of it, backslapping the Nightwitch off the board and shooting two others, but both cooks decided the course was done and decided to run.  The Cherry Poppers slobbered all over all five crates, cashing in rather large.  Besides the mass of credits, the took possession of the mines.  "Hope Reserve'D'th at least got a handie before they sent him down to dig," said Jonny.