Sadly, the delinquent scumbags managed to get away. Tofu followed his instructions and half-assed things, settling down with a light snack. Imp laughed like a psycho while zipping all around the place, unloading and reloading his guns to repeatedly graze flesh. He only got to murder some fucks a few times a week, so he tries to make it last. His gun-cleaning fetish exerted itself mid battle eventually, and he lost track of the mission targets. Unfortunately he once again failed to successfully peel someone to death using bullets, but you know how it is.

Everyone else was too fat and useless to move quickly enough to overtake a couple o' out of shape teens. So the team got back and drove away in shame.

After setting the retirement home on fire. You have to cleanse the rot before it can spread, after all.

At the end of it, everyone felt a bit ripped off and unsatisfied. Kinda like waiting a week for the latest issue of your favorite manga to come out, and ripping through it in less than a minute.

Imp, without his dartboard, was momentarily at a loss at what to do. But then he got a great idea: he could use a more different kind of dartboard:

"Hey, you goons got any idea what we should do?"

A sea of proposals and opinions naturally flowed in response to this kind of verbal dice-rolling.

"Strip club! Roshani's gotta be lonely without me."

"Errr, let's go to Robo Goblin! We can start a new campaign of Bioweapon Wars with the crew!"

"Let's give that nerd a swirlie!"

"I want a croissant."

"Anyone else bothered that Tofu's munching on that dude's leg?"

"Can I go home and take a crap now?"

All very good ideas. But first...

"We need ta finish the job here, first. Bernie, set the old fuck's prison on fire. We need to liberate some people, from their lives."

.....

As the front of the building went up in flames, Imp smiled behind his mask. That'll teach that scum that it's not ok to do meth!

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After saving the elderly from the dangers of meth addiction, Tofu was banned from any further activities with the crew for the day.

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He'd feel excluded and bullied by this if this was a normal kind of anime, but he was aware this was just an excuse to lazily pad out content by having him wander around and do Tofu things.

Ain't nobody gonna read this shit unless its main star shows up and does something a couple times a year!

Not really 'feeling it', Tofu tossed the leftovers of the drumstick he was eating into a dumpster - that was actually his least favorite part of the human. (In some metaphysical dimension were he was aware of this, Larry was quite annoyed by this fact!)

Tofu was a bit at a loss of what to do. Filler paragraphs involving only one person can be quite tricky! So Tofu used his powerful robot brain to trace down all the different possibilities, and came up with something plausible. Inspired by his boss, he created a simple program with a table of possible actions. And used a random number generator to select one.

'Get a croissant.'

Hm. It didn't seem wrong, per-se. But something felt... off, about it. It felt lazy yes, but sometimes.... even Tofu felt things could be too lazy. So he rolled the conceptual 563,422 sided die again.

'Get a croissant.'

Tofu felt slightly disturbed by this. Statistically, it should have been almost impossible to land on the same item twice in a row. Must be a fluke, so he gave the table one final toss.

'Get a croissant, shithead.'

He hadn't even added that last word that just showed up, so he had to conclude it was some kind of bug in his robot brain or something. And since it was clearly bugged.... he didn't have to do what it said!

Honestly, Tofu was sick and tired of being typecast as the dumb food guy. So he decided to do the exact opposite...

And if he got a second job, he could provide more for his damn kids, that he just remembered existed!

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The crew was assembled in Pointy Girl's bathroom. There was at least one person uncomfortable with this arrangement.

"Uh... guys? Could you... maybe wait outside for a bit?"

Imp shook his head as if this was the dumbest thing he ever heard. "Of course not. You know the rules, Pointy Girl. During work hours, we do everything together, or not at all." he helpfully reminded her.

Pointy Girl felt like crying.