Booty for Your Booty—Convenience Comes Crooked
- Rick
- Feb 21
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 6
Every deal’s a steal. Sometimes literally.
On Yaaargh’s Revenge, piracy isn’t dead—it just got a marketing department. And nothing embodies that better than Booty for Your Booty, the only fueling station where the gas is optional but the scam is mandatory. The shelves groan under the weight of “limited-edition” loot crates, expired booze marketed as “aged to perfection,” and mystery bags that promise treasure but deliver regret. The fuel pumps run on an honor system—which is to say, the moment you turn around, someone’s already siphoning from your tank. Discounts exist, but so do hidden fees, and if you think you’re leaving with everything you paid for, check your pockets.
The Friendly Robot Travel Agency highly recommends a visit—but keep your Wishbones close and your receipt closer. Not that it’ll help. Refunds are just another part of the scam.
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Rick’s Review:
"Stopped for a quick refill and a snack. Left with half a tank, a bag of ‘authentic pirate doubloons,’ and a loyalty card that somehow charges me a monthly fee. Still not sure if I bought gas or just funded their next heist."