[ WP ] An evil villain finally accomplishes his lifelong search for the ultimate suit of armor - Plot Armor .

`` BEHOLD! My masterpiece!'' Drew announced as the lights flickered on. The red lights ominously illuminated his angular helmet and drooping cloak. This Drew was no ordinary Drew. This was the meanest, craziest, most villainous Drew of all. 
 
 The lights revealed a machine in the center of the room. The contraption was gargantuan, a cornucopia of valves, gauges, and buttons squashed together. At the base were 3 lasers aligned towards a single point, a template. 
 
 `` This machine,'' Drew said, pacing around the room, `` will make me a god. I'll be invincible, indestructible!'' 
 
 In a lone chair sat Cool Mcdude. His arms, legs, and mouth were all bound tightly by duct-tape, but one could still see the passion in his eyes. They were filled with a pure and heroic rage. 
 
 `` No hero, protagonist, or other character will be able to stop me!'' Drew stopped walking, and leaned in towards Mcdude's face, `` Not even you.'' 
 
 `` Mmmph HMmph mhph mmmHmph MMPH MMPH!'' Mcdude heroically retorted. 
 
 `` Oh, but I will get away with this, Mcdude.'' Drew replied. 
 
 Drew villainously slammed a conspicuous button in the way only villains could. The lasers began to electrically whine with power. Mcdude's struggle against his duct-tape bonds proved futile. Blinding light filled the room, and when the lasers finally shut down, an inscription was visible on the template. 
 
 `` This is my life's work,'' Drew boasted proudly as he picked up the warm slate, `` **PLOT ARMOR! ** It is a future sentence I will say, plucked right from the very fabric of our universe!'' He slid it into a slot on his helmet. 
 
 The fresh text read, `` Drew said,'I am still alive and not dead.''' 
 
 In a display of extreme confidence, Drew pulled out a grenade from his cloak, pulled the pin, and dropped it next to his own feet. Seconds passed, Mcdude instinctively winced in preparation. But no explosion. Miraculously, the grenade was a dud. 
 
 `` It could n't explode because If I died, I would be unable to speak my line.'' Drew explained. 
 
 In another, even more suicidal display of his hubris, Drew cut the duct-tape around Mcdude's arms and legs. Immediately, Cool Mcdude whipped out a hidden gun and fired several shots. Every bullet missed, slipping by harmlessly on either side of Drew's face. Drew simply stood still and smugly began to smile. Mcdude quickly hatched a heroic plan that was as brilliant as he was handsome. He ran around to the far side of the machine, then rammed it with all his strength. Once, twice, three times, and the machine toppled. In one swift motion, its weight came hurtling down upon Drew, who was now pinned helplessly underneath. 
 
 From underneath the wreckage, Drew said, `` I am still alive and not dead.''
