A drum beat filled the air as Colin pulled out guns looted from a shop in the town to the north. He tossed each person a weapon and got them into firing position while he drew out two pistols. And so begins the montage of training in marksmanship, melee weapons, and such set to this:
*Text like this isn't part of the song*
♪LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!
To defeat, the BIMBOS.
Did I find some losers?
When I need, SOLDIERS.
You're a wimpy, pathetic lot,
and since you haven't got it in you,
BUDDY I'LL, MAKE A FIGHTER, OUT OF YOU!
*Knife fighting w/ armor*
From the calmest forests,
the fiercest training, we crave!
Once we find our focus,
We, are sure-ly saved!
*fails*
Marco: How am I supposed to get this?
Tyrone: Say bye to those who knew me!
Michelle: We're gonna get worked to death!
Paige: Hope they don't tear right through me!
Tyrone: Why is he making us swim?!
*Chorus*
Fighting on!
We must strong as the surging river!
Fighting on!
With all the force of a great Platoon!
Fighting on!
Sharp enough to avoid,
THOSE BIG BOOBED BUFFOONS!
*Colin giving up*
How can we kept this going?
Is it even, worth knowing?!
You down to the floor, begging to be a whore!
So pack up!
Get lost, you're through!
How can I make fighters, out of youuuuuuuuu?!
*The next day, before Colin can take down his handmade agility course, the group passes it, restoring the chunky gamer's faith in them.*
*Successful Training to chorus, shooting tied up bimbo perfectly, cutting them to bits, dodging obstacles, etc.*
FIGHTING ON!
WE MUST BE STRONG AS A SURGING RIVER!
FIGHTING ON!
WITH THE FORCE OF A GREAT PLATOON!
FIGHTING ON!
Sharp enough to avoid,
THOSE BIG BOOBED BUFFOOOOOOONS!♪
"You're ready." Colin says with an extremely confident grin.