Seven Circles, one cup.
An almost perfect milk run except for Lordmcfuzz, whose FURIOUS ASS destroyed Greed's mast, tearing a gaping hole in its hull at mile 1. (He space-ran back to the fort and remounted on Pestilence.) Navtail functioned beautifully, and the Comsat team with its space ham radios provided excellent communications. Bendy reappeared from his far western Galaxy, claiming to have a "Dad Bod" but looking about the same. At least we think it was Bendy.
We achieved the mission objectives. Setting a thing on fire: Threespeed and Deadblow's ship Dr. Moreau, which flew equipped with a propane poofer that is robust and reliable enough to operate in thickly settled districts. If you're dead to all reason. I cannot overemphasize the awesomeness of this device, whose flames are mounted right at HARV pilot eye level for convenient nose warming and fireball viewing.
Good deeds: small but trenchant. Rocket chased a rotten orange about half a ly on foot after mis-throwing it, so as to throw it again more accurately. Acehole dragged an enormous deadly crinoid tendril out of the wormhole (though not before Bendy nearly took down Cloudbuster with it). DeadBride rescued a dropped headlight, at great personal risk from the terrifying beak of Dr. Moreau.
Stretch goal of arriving at Lexington Center was achieved, though at the expense of ascending the spiral parking ramp toward the heavens, which we gotta do again one of these missions. Theological theming was successful, with many Deadly Choppers, Horseman Choppers, and Generally Divine or Infernal Choppers in flight. Leotard got older. We ate deviled eggs, Devil Dogs, and angel food cake, and quaffed Snow's delicious grog.
We went directly out and back, mostly via the Minuteman wormhole. On the way back we came up on an ST pulled over on the wormhole with lights on. I (tard) thought a sonic complaint must have been called in, and pulled over to take defensive action. I asked "Can I help you?" and the ST replied "That thing is crazy." This wasn't the conversation I expected. After a pregnant pause he said "That thing is awesome." I answered "Thank you sir. Carry on." and departed, all posi.
Some people got ice cream molecules at Davis Constellation. (Dr. Claw crushed his for extra speedy digestion.) Cloudbuster gave Wombat symmetrical knee bites. We dumpstered an enormous amount of candy molecules. And we stopped at Dr Claw's fort to dump fuel.