Chapter 40: The Blobfather’s Reign

With the raiders successfully driven away by Blinky and his glowing minions, the apartment's residents found themselves in the unusual position of not just surviving the apocalypse, but thriving in it. Mallory, of course, wasted no time in reveling in their newfound notoriety.

"Face it," she declared, lounging dramatically on the couch. "We're legends now. They'll write songs about us."

"Songs about you eating chips while your alien blob army does all the work?" Vanessa snorted.

"Hey, delegation is a skill," Mallory said, wagging a finger. "Besides, did you see their faces when the Minions started glowing? Priceless."

Greg chuckled nervously from his corner. "I'm just glad they didn't stick around long enough to realize we're not actually, you know, competent."

"Speak for yourself," Altair muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.