It had been about a week since the incident at the bar, and things had seemed to cool down for the three brothers. Rocky recovered from his night of binge drinking and resumed stressing about school and girls, Tum Tum got the rest of his classes registered, and Colt received numerous apologies from his older brother the day after for his reckless indulgence. Colt easily forgave him, as it wasn't very often the caretaker role was reversed between them. Besides, he got away with teaching a skinhead biker a lesson in humility – though he had refrained from telling Rocky about that incident.

At the current moment, all three brothers were taking it easy in the student center on campus. They were between classes as it was near lunchtime and most people began wandering toward the many small café style restaurants that dotted the vast round building. Many tables and chairs were placed in the common area where everyone ate, and a single large skylight let in a good amount of midday sunshine into the room. In one corner a small open area had been set aside as the recreation room, where students could play different arcade games and nerd out. Colt thought it was pretty neat that they had an old Mortal Kombat 3 arcade cabinet in there, but after playing it a few times and losing badly (he had lost the skills he had from when he was a kid) he had gotten frustrated and never gone back.

"So tell me again why we're not telling Rocky about what happened?" Tum Tum inquired about the bar fight to Colt. Tum Tum cocked his head to the side to check on his eldest brother in the distance lest he be within earshot; Rocky had gotten up to buy some lunch as he had a class in a half hour.

"Because, lame-brain. It's Rocky. We don't need him going on and on about how we should never fight in any situation because even if a gingerbread man stole your lunch money, you should always let it go, even though you could easily kick his ginger-ass…"

"I would destroy anyone who tried taking my lunch money."

"See? We don't need to hear a lecture about something that was obviously the right thing to do."

"I guess."

"What are you guys talking about?" a familiar older voice had piped up behind them. Rocky had returned from the food court, and was carrying a tray with a plate of P.F. Chang's lo mein noodles.

"Nothing, I was asking who would win in a fight, Tum Tum, or a dung beetle…ohh! Wait! That's great," Colt sneered at his little brother, "From here on out I'm going to call you Tum Dung!"

"Hey! Maybe if you could make a bullseye with a shuriken then Rocky wouldn't have to use your failures for jokes with his dates!" Tum Tum started flailing his arms wildly at Colt, trying to smash his face.

Colt angrily batted away his little brother's waving digits and leered at Rocky. "Really? I'm gonna knock your eyes to match grandpa's!" He began trying to grab Rocky's shirt to ring him up by the neck, but Rocky was focused on Tum Tum.

"I'm gonna kill you for telling that!" Rocky raged as he picked up his chopsticks and threw them like darts at Tum, who dodged them by ducking, and they stuck promptly in the column wall behind him. All three brothers were desperately trying to grab one another in a half assed effort to not have to expend the energy to actually stand up from their seats. Hands were slapping shoulders, eyes were getting poked, and everyone was ducking their heads to prevent a rogue hand from hitting one another. After a good amount of immature slapping, Rocky stomped his feet on the ground and pushed his seat away from the table causing a noisy squeak to be heard throughout the student center.

"Guys! Stop stop stop! Truce!" Rocky begged, as all three brothers dropped their hands to their sides, trying to catch their breath. "Let's not do this here, we might hit someone else."

With that, all three brothers looked around to see the commotion they had stirred up. Expecting to see the whole student lounge staring at them, Colt winced before opening his eyes. To his surprise, no one was even around them. It almost didn't make sense as Colt had definitely seen at least ten different groups in the tables around them not a moment sooner.

"Woah, where'd everyone go?" Tum Tum was the first to ask.

"Over there," Rocky pointed to the recreation area.

In the game room, a large crowd of people had gathered and were surrounded by the Dance Dance Revolution machine. There was some sort of commotion going on nearest to the game where most of the people had parted. The three brothers made their way over to the crowd to see what was going on.

"What're you gonna do about it, little goon? I bet you don't even have a girlfriend, you look like a virgin!" A loud voice was heard in the middle of the rec room.

Colt pushed his way to the front of the makeshift mosh-pit because it sounded like it could be the potential for a fight. Rocky tried to do the same, but couldn't get through the crowd where he was at; the density of people was just too thick. Tum Tum was much more intuitive. He looked right at his oldest brother's struggle and knew he was not getting in the same way. Looking around, Tum quickly noticed a table to his right next to a small fake plant and he jumped upon it. From there he was able to see the lay of the land.

In the middle of the crowd next to the DDR arcade game a confrontation was starting. On the left of Colt was a bully in his mid-twenties with an athletic build. He wore his hair in a short faded fauxhawk, and sported an angry look on his face. He was wearing basketball shorts and a ratty gray Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt with the sleeves cut off all the way down to the bottom of the hem, it looked as though he had just gotten out of the gym. He was staring down at a shorter fat student with severe acne and glasses. The nerd was sweating, as though he was about to die. Large pit stains were seen under his arms through the white Gap Kids shirt he was wearing.

"Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about," The nerd defended in a high pitched, squeaky voice.

"Every time that I get out of the gym I see you going into the same room as my girlfriend. I'm sick of you following her around, Maxi-Pad, and Its time I put an end to you!" The jock bellowed, "Strong enough for a man, but made for John Goodman!"

The nerd's name must have been Max, Colt thought as he rolled his eyes due to the oh so original nickname "Maxi-Pad" that he had used. He also noted at how bad this guy was at quoting T.V. commercials.

"Well, I bet you think you're sweet because you're good at shuffling your feet on that little pad. Try this for shuffling!" With that, the jock kicked his leg swiftly into the nerd's inner thigh, causing the crowd to gasp and Max to wince and fall to the ground.

"Seriously? This again?!" The nerd shot an exasperated look from behind his glasses as he looked up at his enemy, "I have explained this to you in a reasonable fashion precisely twenty-six times this semester. Twenty-seven if you count the time I shouted it to you from inside the trash can, but I don't believe you heard me," he pleaded, "Listen! Your girlfriend and I have Mr. Humberlrag's physics class together; it's what people do in college! I am not following her! I merely go to the same classroom!"

"I heard that a million times and I'm not accepting it, you bitch switch. I hear you pounding away at this damn DDR game every day, so now today I'm going to pound you!" The jock chuckled as he grabbed the nerd by his sweaty shirt. A few quick punches connected with his glasses and blood began spewing from his nose.

"You know," the jock started, "It's a real shame you have to be into such stupid stuff, otherwise I may have not been able to find you here! In fact, I guess you could say I got the right one, baby!" He reached back for another punch but his fist was stopped by another hand that had intercepted its trajectory.

"Huh?" The jock was startled. Colt was pushing against his fist and looked him directly in the eye with a firey grin.

"You think you're cool, beating up on people who know how to count to four?" Colt asked.

"How do you know he can count to four?"

"Doesn't matter, I know I can count on you not seeing this one coming!" Instantly Colt threw the bully's arm over his shoulder, causing his enemy to embarrassingly fall directly on his back. A dull thud was heard as the jock lost all of his breath. Taking a second to get up again, he dusted himself off and began attacking Colt directly.

"You're dead, gaywad," Jock shouted as two high punches were swung and Colt ducked, easily avoiding them. Colt then spun around, placed both his hands on the ground and kicked back with both of his legs like a bucking bronco, causing the bully to fly back. The ninja looked ahead and saw an opportunity for a combo. He immediately followed up by gripping his feet by the legs of a chair in front of him and performed a perfect back handspring and causing him to fling the seat backward at his opponent with magnified speed.

SMASH!

The crowd gasped in fear and delight at the amazing precision that had been performed as the chair splintered into a million pieces on the jock's forearm and chest. The jock started bleeding from his hand and was breathing heavily, but he still managed to stand back up after the heavy blow.

"Oh, so you wanna play? You better call 1-800-Call Sam, because you're due for a neck injury!" The jock then looked to the crowd on his left, then his right. "Dice! Dingleberry! Get em!"

Two more equally tall and muscular college students emerged from the crowd wearing similar gym gear. The one on the jock's left sported longer blonde hair and a red bandana; the one on the right had rusty brown hair and a full beard. All three lunged at Colt at once – Colt panicked as he desperately searched for something to help him win.