"Wow, this place is amazing," Triple-W said as he walked onto the main campus of VGU with his two Anthropomorphic allies.
"Yeah, there's a reason why everyone who can goes to VGU, great teachers, great resources," Fiona said.
"And don't forget the great student body," Fenrir said as a few extras from DOA walked by.
"Ya don't say," Trip said as he craned his head to the side to keep his view on the young ladies' 'assets'.
"sigh men," Fiona said while shrugging her shoulders.
"Here we are at the armory," Fenrir said as the trio entered a large hangar filled with various gadgets of mischief and mayhem.
"Wait…why would a university have an armory," Triple-W said with a rather puzzled expression.
"What do you mean? Of course we have an armory, this is where we taught all of the greats, must of which have some weapon or another," Fiona said matter-of-factly. They walked through the hall until they reached the melee weapons section. Triple-W couldn't help but stand and drool, there were hundreds of thousands of weapons that could be used to cause all sorts of maiming, dismembering, and 'other' things a little too graphic to be described here.
"I think this will do just fine for you," Fiona said bringing out a rather large something wrapped in what appeared to be a bed sheet. Triple-W then immediately began to tear apart the casing of the weapon like an eager five-year-old on Christmas morning. After much shredding of the packaging, Triple-W found himself holding nothing other than the most badass sword imaginable, the notorious Glam. "No-F$ing way!" Triple-W said with a glee nearly unrivaled.
"Wow, I've never seen anyone so happy over a sword…maybe over a giant robot but not a sword," Fenrir stated, a little taken-back by Trip's enthusiasm.
"What-choo-talkin'-'bout-Fenrir?" Triple-W said, quoting a rather infamous line.
"Well right next door, is the giant robot section," Fiona explained. Triple-W stood there for three seconds, exactly, mouth agape, until the words found purchase within his mind. When it finally clicked, all that could be seen was a cloud of dust in Trip's outline.
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I," Triple-W said staring at a seventy-foot-tall robot. There it stood, black with blue flames on the forearms, a lupine head, and, unknown to Trip at the moment, more firepower than necessary to destroy a small galaxy, laid within the belly of that mighty beast.
Fiona and Fenrir then managed to catch up to Trip, who thought he could move that fast?
"Trip…Trip…you in there?" Fiona asked the comatose Triple-W as he stood with enough glee to more than rival that caused by the sword. Soon she tapped Trip on the forehead and he fell over backwards, with a loud thunk as if a tree falling.
"Are you okay man?" Fenrir said to his friend as he rushed to his side.
"Sorry, just a sensory overload…can I have that thing?" Triple-W asked slightly more than woozy.
"I don't see why not," Fenrir said but Trip was already in the machine before he could finish. Suddenly the line "Living here in Jersey. Fighting villains from afar," could be heard with the accompaniment of a guitar riff.
"Let's roll," Trip said as he started up the mechanized colossus.