Another fine, sunny day in the Boston commons. Trevor and Hancock were crouching behind a concrete roadblock for cover as a dozen super mutants were firing at them from far away. The duo were pinned down.

"Any ideas, T?" Hancock shouted over the gunfire.

"Don't worry," Trevor replied calmly, searching through his pack. "I always got an ace in the hole for these occasions."

At last he found it, his stash of psychobuff, and jammed it into his arm without a second thought.

"Oh shit!" Hancock gasped. "The beast awakens!"

Trevor leapt out from the cover, his heated super sledge in hand, and roared like he were King Kong, and charged at the super mutants ahead.

"You boys better run!" Hancock shouted at the super mutants.

The super mutants showered Trevor with bullets, but each one that pierced his skin felt like no more than a sharp poke. The shots his armor deflected hurt even less.

He held his super sledge in one hand. With the other, he whipped out his 10mm pistol and emptied his clip on the super mutant ahead of him. The hulking monster dropped down bleeding, dead.

Trevor didn't bother reloading. He chucked his pistol at the head of the next one. It bounced off his head, staggering him. While he was incapacitated, Trevor swung his sledge at his side, the jet providing an extra force, on top of his increased strength from the chems. The glowing hot metal broke through the mutant's ribs with a sickening crunch. The mutant howled in pain. Turning down the jet, Trevor yanked the mallet out, before spinning around, engine ignited again, and smashed the mutant's head with a cross-swing. The creature's head exploded like a watermelon.

Trevor almost missed the super mutant hound pound him. He blocked with his mallet. The beast's teeth pitifully gnawed at the metal, but Trevor easily held it back. With a shove, he pushed the creature back, and brought the mallet down on its head, crunching it into the ground.

Only two mutants left. Hancock kept firing at one with his pipe pistol. He had that one covered. The other pulled out a spiked board and charged at Trevor. Trevor blocked. The metal bar easily parried the wood. Trevor raised his sledge, ready for a powerful swing. The mutant raised his board to block.

The sledge easily broke through the wood, splintering it, and came down on the mutant's shoulder. There was a crunch. Clearly something was broken. With a few more slow but extraordinarily powerful swings, Trevor beat the final mutant to a messy pulp.

Hancock cheered and the two high-fived. Time for a breather. Both had taken a few bullets, but nothing a couple of stimpaks and some purified water wouldn't fix.

"Psychobuff's some powerful shit," Hancock commented. "Numbs the pain, makes you feel invincible, gets your muscles going like a fast-acting steroid." He was cutting open the hound's guts for some meat. Trevor would cook it later.

"Back before the war, I took speed. Ever hear of that?"

"Oh yeah, I might have heard of that. Meth, right?"

"Yep, that's the stuff. Kept me in great shape, kept me going. But man, this psycho shit is WAY better! Puts meth to shame!"

Done cutting up the hound, Hancock turned to Trevor. "Ya know, come to think of it, I could use a hit myself. Got any jet?"

"Fuck yeah I got jet!" Trevor fished out a small jet inhaler from his pack and tossed it to Hancock. "I got plenty of chems. I'm the Lord of the Chems!"

"Thanks." Hancock took a long inhale, then held it in for a few seconds, and then exhaled. "Time to take a ride." He sighed blissfully.

"You're the only one who gets it Hancock," Trevor sighed. "Cait's been so dull ever since she went cold turkey. She's all like, 'Oh get that shite away from me!'" He immitated Cait's accent and girly voice. "'I can't believe you're taking that shite right in front of me.' And Strong is all like 'Er chems bad. Chems make humans weaker, not stronger, rawr rawr rawr.'" He immitated Strong's deep, gruff voice.

The Strong impression made Hancock laugh. "Well, you don't gotta worry about that with me, pal. We in Goodneighbor can appreciate this magic. In fact, we junkies got a saying in Goodneighbor. Two a day keeps reality at bay."

"Yep, because reality and life are assholes."

"You can say that again."

Feeling rested and relaxed, and having looted all the super mutants' corpses, the duo continued on their hike.