Volstagg stands in the Sensoriums, scratching at his beard. "So, what you're saying is that... If I ask you for something, this room will give it to me. Anything at all, down to the last detail?"

||For the thirteenth time, yes.|| If it was possible for Stacy to feel exasperated, she was probably getting close by now. Trying to explain science to Volstagg wasn't the easiest of tasks.

"Anything."

||Anything.||

"Right!" He claps his hands together and rubs them. "First, I want my clothes!"

He could have sworn he heard something mutter about not having that much cloth in the entire ship, but his familiar pink and gold outfit wrapped itself around him. Volstagg smiles with glee, pleased at the test. "And now... Asgard. I want to see Asgard."

The room ripples, then shifts into a massive pile of rubble and masonry. Weapons, modern and old, still litter the floor, and Volstagg covers his face with a hand, holding the other one out. "No! Not this. I mean Asgard. The Golden Realm, as it was. As it should be."

The rubble, the destruction, it all instantly vanishes, replaced by a great field of stars. No longer on a stone floor, Volstagg stands solidly on a rainbow. The Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge. And in front of him, floating majestically in the emptiness, is a great, golden city. He takes a step forward, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, when a gruff voice interrupts him. "Who goes there?"

Volstagg peers a bit, then trots to meet the tall god, wrapped in furs and armor, resting the tip of his sword against the bridge. "Ho, Heimdall! Surely you could not forget your good friend Volstagg!"

There's a moment of silence, then a snort as Heimdall waves his hand. "Forgive me, Volstagg. When I looked upon you, I felt for sure that you must be a small army."

Volstagg's chest swells with pride. "Of course, my fighting prowess could not belong to a single warrior alone!"

"Nay. I was referring to how your girth eclipsed everything in my gaze and how your thunderous footsteps upon the bridge drowned out all else."