The Great Shishiaion

– The Next Day –

It has been a day since that little incident at the restaurant the team went to. Especially the time where Terroriser got demolished by the owner of the restaurant, do note that Terroriser's endoskeleton is made out of steel far stronger than an extremely tough metal like Adamantite, but to think that owner named Mio just instantly shattered his metallic skull like that makes her strength truly terrifying.

This is why Team 6 puts her on the list of officially never fuck with the person.

Right now, in a fairly dirty apartment as if it was abandoned years ago, a fairly large group of men sat around a long conference table all shrouded in a thick smog, none of their faces visible. With a golden revolver at the top of the table sitting behind a turned chair.

These groups of men were known by one of the most feared gangs across the lands, known for causing destruction and mayhem where've their feet land, their presence alone is known to the people as a curse that spread upon the peaceful lands like a plague. When they showed up, shit would get real.

What kind of mobster, godfather-ey discussion are these hardened criminals having on this fine day?

"Evan, hurry the fuck up and turn around its hot as balls, you wanting a big reveal is not worth dying for!" One of them on the right side, distinct for his resemblance to Action-man and single glowing red eye slammed his fist down, yelling at the turned chair.

There was silence from the head of the table. Terroriser squinted in the bright light, trying to look around the sides of the comically large office chair.

"Is he actually dead?" A man that seemed to have the face of a pig spoke up next, dressed in a pale shirt with a cat in a tophat design underneath a jet black fur coat he was wearing and lastly a white helmet with his pig-like ears popping out.

"Nogla, turn his stupid ass around." The one in the Adventure Time Finn cap flicked the elephant in the room next to him who promptly leaned away to avoid another devastating strike. 

"No, Fock off. He might be dead and pass that shit onto me."

"He's been quiet for the last hour staring into the sun. I genuinely think he's dead..." A young man with a rainbow colored uniform, sunglasses and a mohawk haircut looked at the others at the table with a slightly worried look.

Was he dead? Would this be the last time anyone in Orazvil was forced to fear the dreaded Banana Bus Crew? Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball-

The head chair suddenly spun violently, finally revealing the head honcho of their little organization, drenched in sweat and looking half-dead. 

"It was worth it, ten outta... outta... ten." Vanoss tried to grin but almost instantly failed on account of his near death experience.

Terroriser sighed, trying his best to not laugh, instead deciding to go down a noted list of grievances, "Evan, why is it so hot in the office today? Did that magical AC break again?" He glanced up to the large white box above them, only held together with some hope, dreams and whatever shit they found under the couch. His robotic eye moving around on its own "And where are the lights?"

His questions weren't answered, instead Vanoss wiped the sweat off his brow and straightened up, looking rather serious for once in his life.

"Alright, men and pigs..."

Terroriser and Wildcat looked at each other, both wondering which one of them he was talking about, knowing Vanoss it could be either.

A small 'Ahem' caused Vanoss to roll his eyes, "Aaaaaand zombies..." 

"We have a big problem that we need to start to solve!" Despite saying that sentence in the most confident tone he somehow managed to explain nothing.

Ten seconds of silence and blank stares finally let him know that his friends weren't secretly psychic. He made a mental note to mark their names off the list.

"Chief treasurer Delirious!" He jutted out a hand towards a figure at the bottom of the table, wearing a hockey mask and, for some reason, a dirty tan suit accompanied with a bulging briefcase. Delirious appeared next to Vanoss, a large whiteboard covered in graphs materializing soon after.

"The shishiaion we as a company face at this time...." On the diagrams drawn by a disabled six year old was what looked like a rectangle labeled with emojis in accessing red, yellow red configuration.

Basically chuckled at the other man's way of talking, "The fuck's a 'shishiaion'? You mean 'situation'?"

"Shuch up! You will ruin the title of the chapter!" Delirious muttered just before, with the force of a thousand exploding suns, pointed at the three wordw inside a rectangle which only had the red section coloured with a crying emoji at its side. 

With tears shooting out of his mask holes like something from a cartoon, he screamed, "We are broke!"

If the conference room could allow for anymore cartoon physics and shenanigans there would be dramatic thunder, pianos and anime face zoom ins, alas they were just stunned.

"Look here, this square shows that we are um... running low on money lately."

Terroriser furrowed his remaining brow, looking around at his associates with a look of mild amusement, "Why are you all surprised? I'm hooked up to all of our car batteries cuz' of how expensive it is to buy materials for home charging." The cyborg gestured to the large black box he had been carrying around with him. 

The sight apparently brought the pig beastmen man great glee, "Have you tried shoving double-A batteries up your ass yet?"

"No, I've only tried triple-A so far." 

Meanwhile, Basically looking over the poorly drawn pictures dumbfounded at the sheer amount of money coming out of their finances, "How are we broke? Of course we paid that woman for damaging her restaurants but it's enough to take out our entire fee. Didn't you guys just do a heist for a man who is quite similar to Lester?" 

That probably meant that they had more money just waiting to take care of their less than stellar finances. Those small pricks of hope were dashed when Terroriser dropped the bomb of self shame on it.

"Few days ago, we robbed a casino and immediately blew the money in the casino." He admitted, averting his axe.

"The cost of running our buildings and warehouses is going up, not to mention the resources like metal and mana stones to create magical bullets we burn through each week." Wildcat muttered quietly while whipping the lenses of the sunglasses he wore on his fur coat hoodie.

Vanoss felt relieved to know that someone could read it clearly, despite that he didn't like how much red was on that board. He glanced over to where Delirious was standing, now flicking through a clipboard covered in scribbles.

"Delirious, what's everyone buying the most of? It's obvious we need to cut shit down."

Delirious squinted at the page and began tracing lines with his finger, "Mmm... Terroriser costs a lot to buy lightning based magical artifacts to feed himself with electricity, Moo in animal food for his shit ton of pets, Wildcat in materials for a Lamborghini, and uhh Nogla in buying a shit ton of soups, lamb sauces, and... website subscriptions?" 

Before the Financial Officer of FucBoi.INC could read out the more strange purchase history items, a hand shot up from the table. It belonged to Basically who was looking everywhere but at Nogla who sat beside him. 

"All in favor of cutting Nogla's shit raise your hand." 

Within seconds every hand minus the non- robotic Irishman's was up.

"NO!" Nogla screamed, absolute fury brining at his soul. How dare these heathens take away his Demon slayer, an unheard of sin in his good Christian eyes. 

Vanoss rested his head on the palm which wasn't up in agreement, "One good reason why you keep your hentai subscriptions is worth us being kicked out in this elegant rich city."

"It's bundled with Netflix."

Milliseconds is not the right word to describe how fast their hands went down at that announcement, it was simply too long of a measurement.

Hours passed with the Business savvy man-children going over costs that could be cut, amenities that could be sacrificed to save their living situations. Chairs were thrown, expired food was eaten and the shared brain cells were worked to their maximum but one thing was becoming clear; there was only one option for the struggling gangsters.

"The bottom line is, it doesn't matter what we cut, we need an actual form of income not just doing heists and robbing liquor stores." Wildcat, now having taken off his sunglasses, rubbed his temple slowly, almost hissing his proclamation.

Nogla shook his head while leaning back in his chair, obviously tired out of his mind, feeling the coming of a sugar crash, "Tyler, none of us are employable."

As good as the prospect of steady employment sounded there was a lack of people willing to hire former gangsters with a record longer than some skyscrapers.

A light bulb appeared over Basically's dark hair, briefly illuminating the dark room, a beacon from the dark sky outside, "What if we just become mercenaries?"

"Genius!" Delirious patted Basically on the shoulder a little too hard if the pang of the other man's forehead hitting the glass table was anything to go off.

Vanoss glanced out of the window briefly, thinking. A smile slowly appeared on his face, the prospect of a life without worry about money or constant life threatening situations sounded as good as it could get.

"Fuck it why not? Let's be mercenaries, Adventurers, monster hunters, or whatever these fuckers in this world called, going cleaning some animals on steroids and paying absolutely nothing to get there!"

The newfound excitement was spreading throughout the group with Terroriser's eyes finally glowing at its brightest.

 "Yeah! Nothing will ever go wrong for us during this!" He said with utmost confidence. 

"Whoo!" Delirious disappeared into the next room and returned with a confetti launcher.

"Start brainstorming boys because tomorrow we're gonna be millionaires! Screw Lester and his shitty cuts!" Vanoss picked up the golden revolver and promptly unloaded every bullet into the ceiling, the gunshots barely audible over the near siren level screaming that had just begun.

"Fuck Lester! Fuck Lester! Fu-!" They chanted and chanted, running around like wild children who just tasted sugar for the first time. 

That was until their partying was rudely interrupted by the sound of a gargantuan explosion. All of the now silent gazes fixed onto the glowing fireball visible in the night sky. The building across from them had spontaneously combusted... on the same floor level that the Banana Bus Crew was on.

"Let's hope that's not a fuckin' bad omen..." Wildcat grimaced at the fireball. Nogla instantly walked over to the window and shut the deep red curtains, looking over his face with a look of annoyance

"Nah well be fine as long as we ignore that." Vanoss's sweat dropped, "Yeah this is gonna work alright."

And so, it was that the Banana Bus Crew began their journey to make as much money as possible for the least amount of effort! What could go wrong right?

God help the people of Orazvil and the world...