“Hey, look at that…”  The most adorable smol Catgirl Sweeze, the notorious leader of the fun-loving drug-pedalling org Lily pointed out over the coast.  Everyone in the room dropped their glasses of S.P.I.T. and looked just over the horizon with drunken anticipation.

“What is it, fren?”  Phoenix asked, gingerly standing up.

“That Captain Lard fella left his dumpster unattended.”  Sweeze smiled, an evil look spreading across her face.  Others perked up, turning their attention on the adorable Catgirl commander.

“We’re so in.”  The newly-appointed First Warden of the Grey Wardens jumped up from his table, drawing out his rifles with excitement.  

Phoenix turned to face General Nakari with a nod, which was only returned with enthusiasm.

“Let’s start a dumpster fire!”

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“Alright, on my signal, let’s charge in.”  Sweeze whispered, holding up her closed fist.  Phoenix discreetly morphed into her normal form, coming to rest her transformed talons on General Nakari’s shoulder.  Everyone else seemed to tense up, the hunger for utu very apparent on their faces.

“Wait… is that a… dumpster… on the open ocean???”  Phoenix exclaimed, glaring at the floating pile of trash.

“Exactly.  And we’re going to take it all and go to town on Lardyboy’s house.”  Sweeze snickered.

A silence fell on everyone as they readied themselves for Operation Fashie Meltdown.  

“Go.”  The adorable Catgirl exclaimed, rapidly sailing their way to the old, rotting pile of trash free-floating in the ocean.  And, with expertly-executed flicks of her wrist, trash ended up piling around the as-of-yet vacant house.  Others very quickly followed, chucking piles of trash at the house. 

In mere seconds, the pile in the ocean was now entirely covering the Lard’s home.

“Honestly, looks much better than it did.”  One of the mercenaries, Bluie, chuckled as he chucked the last of the trash over.

“Well, why don’t we go get a drink eh?”  Phoenix squawked with enthusiasm.  Frenchy made his way over to the window, bashing the window open with the patio table that had been sitting there, surrounded by army green patio chairs, and entered the house, alarms blaring.  He casually strode over to where the table landed, grabbed it by the legs, and yeeted it into the door.

“Come on in guys!”  Frenchy called out, watching everyone destroy their way in.  

Everyone quickly got to work “redecorating” Captain Lard’s home, Sweeze throwing paint everywhere, the furniture team throwing everything to a corner to be incinerated in Phoenix’ fire, and bringing in a few posters on top of the wall.  Once they were done, everyone else vacated the house, leaving Phoenix to do her thing: BURN IT ALL DOWN!

Let this be a lesson to those who try to facilitate hatred and disgusting ideologies across the world.