You are a lunch delivery drone flying an order up a canal in a beach suburb, and the order is the only part of you that can be hit. The horn fires itself, so the only question every second is where to be: under the bird you want gone, and not where its slushie will be in half a second. The real hitbox is a four pixel core inside the chip box slung underneath and enemy shot is a pink disc several times wider than that core, in a colour nothing friendly out here wears, so a near miss is a graze that pays rather than a hit you never saw. Eight orders, each ending in a two phase boss you can knock the guns off: a council drone with a loudhailer, two bin chickens carrying a stolen esky, and the Big Gull. Ditching costs you the tip and nothing else; the servo keeps every upgrade and every dollar, and you fly the same order again.