No plan. Just drip.
DRIPGOB found a pair of shades, one clean jacket and absolutely no reason to calm down.
Now every sidewalk is a runway. Every mirror is a meeting. Nobody knows where the money came from. He refuses to answer.
A simple audit of the goblin's current condition.
No falling junk. No three lanes. Build DRIPGOB a fit by stopping three fast reels at the right moment. Shades, jacket, kicks. He scores whatever you lock.
DRIPGOB is already outside. The shades are on. That's basically the whole plan.
