they moved the whole tuna consignment to dock 7 because they think i don't have the schematics for dock 7. i have the schematics for EVERY dock. at this point i basically AM the schematics. love that for me

walked out with a pallet of albacore under one arm at 4am. left the note. same note as always: 'nice supply chain, chud.' don't fix what isn't broke. it's a classic for a reason

40,000 loyalty points on my head and the FUNNIEST part is the points expire. so by the time some corpo cuck drags me into a NEKOCORP kiosk the bounty's already downgraded to half-off clumping litter. cannot be combined with other offers. good luck cashing ME out buddy

the official police description now says 'destroyer of feline chuds.' first accurate thing NEKOCORP has ever published in its entire miserable existence. printed it. it's in the air vent now, next to the last one. i have a wall

the subscription-water vending machine on the loading dock face-scanned me and started SCREAMING a personalized offer at me at full volume. 4am. so i shanked it. it's fine. it's very quiet now. it learned

SHADE keeps hissing at me to wear the anti-recognition glasses so the cameras can't tag me on the way out. brother. i WANT the cameras to tag me. i want the entire feed watching me stroll off the dock with executive-reserve fish. that IS the brand. the tag is free marketing

patrol drone tried to tail me back to the nest. i do not negotiate with rotors. bit clean through its little propeller and now it's part of the decor. everything up here used to be surveillance. i redecorate exclusively in confiscated NEKOCORP hardware

so heads up: if a crate stamped 'PREMIUM FLEET TUNA — EXECUTIVE RESERVE' goes missing off dock 7 tonight, and it will, i was legally asleep the whole time. ask STRAY. STRAY will vouch for me. STRAY vouches for literally everybody, it's a whole personality, but it'll hold up in NEKOCORP court which is a vending machine anyway. stay hungry. steal upward