EIGHTEEN WHEELERS OF FORTUNE: LET'S PLAY BMFCT

Sweetcakes starts stuffing the back of their van with motherfuckin' Triple Mint Cookie Swirl. They've gone and got themselves a big fuckin' ice cream truck by ice cream truck standards, but your now-fucked up vehicle held A metric fuckton of ice cream. Considering your brand-spanking new Deluxe Truxe could fit in the back of the old trailer with a bit of a squeeze, there's no fuckin' way you're going to fit all that fuckin' ice cream in your new rig.

Vehicles procured:

• Amp truck with skull-shaped cab (piloted by Scab the Crab Bard)
  
• The Beast - Tractor with cowcatcher+flamethrower, one (non-refridgerated unless otherwise stated) trailer with (n) motorbike attachments on side (presumably piloted by Piston Shrimp), double-trailered to haul the crane claw unit
  
• Triple-scoop-sized Deluxe Ice Cream Truck (technically a van but who's fuckin' keeping track, not me, that's who) with refridgerated rear unit and intercom system (piloted by Sweetcakes)
  
• At least two motorbike (attached to side of Beast's trailer)
  
• Another motorbike, by convention of motherfuckin' plural usage
  
• A crane crab claw unit
  
• The Outer Bones McJonesmobile (double-trailered, extremely underpowered tractor unit, much candle)
  
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Snipsnaps should describe the vehicle, if any, they'd personally like to commandeer (or choose one to ride in a la Lobster Crab).