Food Fight!

 is a repeatable quest in Fallout Shelter.

Synopsis
''While exploring the Wasteland, one of your Dwellers encountered a Raider-infested Super-Duper Mart. Get the jump on those jerks!''

Objectives
Eliminate the Raiders in the Super-Duper Mart.

Dialogue

 * Now that sounds like a balanced breakfast! (_Conversation_1A_NPCEnd_1);
 * Nope! (_Conversation_1A_NPCEnd_2);
 * You can try! (_Conversation_1A_NPCEnd_3);
 * Oh! Well that's a relief. (_Conversation_1A_NPCEnd_4);
 * What the what?! You here to steal my Sugar Bombs?! (_Conversation_1A_NPCStart_1);
 * Ah, Sugar Bombs. Now with 100% daily allowance of... death! (_Conversation_1A_Team_1);
 * Didn't your momma ever teach you to share? (_Conversation_1A_Team_2);
 * Sugar Bombs? Those things'll kill ya. But let me give you a shortcut. (_Conversation_1A_Team_3);
 * Nah. Those things give me the jitters. I'm just here to kill you. (_Conversation_1A_Team_4);
 * Hmmm... Nah. I think you're here to get yourself killed. (_Conversation_1B_NPCEnd_1);
 * Good guess! (_Conversation_1B_NPCEnd_2);
 * I think we can arrange that. (_Conversation_1B_NPCEnd_3);
 * Lousy job anyway! (_Conversation_1B_NPCEnd_4);
 * You here to stock the shelves? Or just get yourself killed? (_Conversation_1B_NPCStart_1);
 * Um... Stock the shelves? (_Conversation_1B_Team_1);
 * Get myself killed? (_Conversation_1B_Team_2);
 * Maybe a little bit of both? (_Conversation_1B_Team_3);
 * Actually, I'm the new district manager. And you're fired! (_Conversation_1B_Team_4);
 * Fine. Let's get this over with. (_Conversation_1C_NPCEnd_1);
 * Great, a comedian. I HATE comedians. (_Conversation_1C_NPCEnd_2);
 * I was just going to say the same to you! (_Conversation_1C_NPCEnd_3);
 * Well, clearly, I have a blatant disregard for the law... (_Conversation_1C_NPCEnd_4);
 * Geez. Can't Raiders fulfill their nutritional needs without getting harassed by some do-gooder? (_Conversation_1C_NPCStart_1);
 * Doesn't look like it, no. (_Conversation_1C_Team_1);
 * Do-gooder? I resemble that remark! (_Conversation_1C_Team_2);
 * Don't make this harder than it has to be. (_Conversation_1C_Team_3);
 * Sorry, but good guys kill bad guys. It's the law of the Wasteland. (_Conversation_1C_Team_4);
 * My Cram!! (_Conversation_1D_NPCEnd_1);
 * Not going to happen, thief! (_Conversation_1D_NPCEnd_2);
 * It gets better with age! Die, food snob! (_Conversation_1D_NPCEnd_3);
 * First you die! Then I eat more Cram!! (_Conversation_1D_NPCEnd_4);
 * My Cram! MINE! You hear me?! You can't have it! (_Conversation_1D_NPCStart_1);
 * Cram? Seriously? (_Conversation_1D_Team_1);
 * Ooooh. I love me some Cram. Don't mind if I do. (_Conversation_1D_Team_2);
 * You do realize that stuff is, like, 200 years old? (_Conversation_1D_Team_3);
 * I don't want it, honest. But I do want to kill you. Soooo... (_Conversation_1D_Team_4);
 * Ah. As I suspected. Vault Dweller vs. Raider. The battle eternal. Shall we, then? (_Conversation_1E_NPCEnd_1);
 * Ugh. Philistine. (_Conversation_1E_NPCEnd_2);
 * Indubitably. I am a Raider, after all. Refined palate notwithstanding. (_Conversation_1E_NPCEnd_3);
 * Hmph. And they call ME a barbarian... (_Conversation_1E_NPCEnd_4);
 * Greetings, my fellow connoisseur of fine pre-apocalypse cuisine. Here to peruse the bill of fare? (_Conversation_1E_NPCStart_1);
 * Oh. Well... no. I'm here to kill you, actually. (_Conversation_1E_Team_1);
 * I'm just here to get me some tasty grub. (_Conversation_1E_Team_2);
 * Well. You're, um... not what I expected. (_Conversation_1E_Team_3);
 * Oh great. A foodie. How pretentious. (_Conversation_1E_Team_4);