Mugs be a crashing

You hurried into the kitchen, bursting through the door with the potted plant in tow. Quickly taking in the room, you stared at the counter on the other side of the wall from the beautifully large butt cheeks. There were two prominent forms on the counter that immediately registered in your mind. Most importantly, you found out who the ass belonged to and you really should have realized sooner. Short scruffy hair with violet streaks in a bob-cut revealed Gogo Tomago was snoozing away on the counter with a thick pillow tucked under her head.

Around her, the plaster was cracked and chipped though it looked like someone had already gone through and cleaned up a bit. You could see the remains of a window frame around her, it looked like she had gone through a little decorative window into the kitchen, you assume to allow the smell of food cooking to spread through the halls. A toaster and a tray was knocked out of place by her and there were numerous mugs scattered around her with even a couple on her head.

The other form/entity you saw on the counter was a bit of a surprise as you had kinda forgotten about them though their presence explained all the mugs. Muggy from Fallout New Vegas was moving around Gogo on its little wheel, trying to keep coffee mugs perfectly stacked on top of Gogo’s head. Evidently, Muggy had already failed at least a few times, among the pile of mugs were a few broken and chipped ones.

“Stay up there you stubborn mugs,” the mini securitron whined as he pushed a stack of mugs back to keep it from falling off Gogo’s slowly shifting head.

Finally deciding to act, you spoke up as you set the potted plant next to the toaster. “What’s going on Muggy?”

The robotic gift from Uncle Walt jumped, causing the stack of mugs to slip from its grasp. Acting quickly, you catch the stack of mugs and set them aside and start taking the rest of the stacks off of Gogo’s head and back.

“What are you doing! Wait!” Muggy exclaimed, waving his arms around in a panic. “My mugs! Give me my mugs!” He tried ineffectively to pull a mug from your hand. Deciding to be nice, you let him have it only for the little robot to try to put it back on the still slumbering Gogo’s head. Though Muggy’s shouts were starting to rouse her.

You took the mug back off of Gogo and stopped Muggy from grabbing it or another by picking him and setting him away from the mugs and putting your arm in his path. “Why are you using Gogo as a shelf?”

“Muggy is programmed to take care of ALL THE MUGS! I have cleaned the morning mugs and now I need to put them away in the designated area!”

“But Gogo isn’t a ‘designated area’, she’s a girl,” you frowned at him as the monitor on Muggy shifted to a confused cartoon mug; you briefly recall the strange Muggy that had the personality of Mugman from Cuphead uploaded.

“She is a character ergo not a person, at least according to the illegal non-RobCo and non-Big Mountain Research and Development Center programming that was installed *redacted* hours ago,” Muggy defended himself while trying to find a way around you.. “She is a surface in the designated area for my PRECIOUS MUGS so my MUGS go there. So if you would please move your mug holding arm…”

Your eye twitched a bit before you looked around and honed in on the tray next to Gogo, one that already had several mugs. “That tray is the designated area while Gogo is in the hole, it doesn’t matter if the tray is put elsewhere, got it?”

“Yes! This is the PERFECT compromise for my BEAUTIFUL MUGS!” Muggy cheered and spun around.. You let Muggy pass and start picking up the mugs. Muggy’s loud cheers must have been the final straw as Gogo let out a groan and lifted her head up and looked around with squinting eyes.

“Can’t you shut up? Can’t I have a hangover in peace?” She complained, cringing away from the light streaming in from outside. She started lifting herself up when she was stopped. “What the…! What’s going on?! Why can’t I fucking move?” She wiggled in place, unable to free her arms or pull herself out of the hole.

“Oh oh! I know!” Muggy exclaimed, eagerly waving an arm. Each exclamation caused Gogo to wince and groan. Seeing this, you walked over and searched through the medicine cabinet and quickly prepared a dose of X-Hangover for her.

Gogo stared at the little securitron before looking at you half pleadingly. You raised your hands and shook your head, “Sorry Gogo, you were already in there when I came by.” Gogo planted her face into the pillow and groaned. She took a moment while Muggy continued to cheer and shout and you finished the hangover cure.

She lifted her head back up and glared at Muggy. The little bot cowered a little before the heated glower. “I’ll be happy to find out why I’m here but get me out of here first!”

“I’ll get right on that,” you say, setting down the hangover cure with a purple crazy straw in front of Gogo. “Drink that, meanwhile, I’m going to figure out how to get you out. Okay?”

“What is it?” Gogo turned up her nose at the disgusting looking drink.

“Hangover cure, it’s good,” You point at Muggy. “Don’t tell her without me, I wanna know too,” you say before leaving the room as Gogo takes a hesitant sip. Once in the hall, you glance over at Gogo’s ass, seeing her feet against the wall to give herself better support. You snicker on seeing a couple of mini characters climbing her legs with a few markers. Shaking your head, you move your mouth a bit as you thought. “How am I going to get her out?”