And so he stood there. A gleaming giant, an icon, a sentry for Japanese nostalgia and an ambassador to iconic Americana. He was pleased in his new roll. Guiding the wayward public to a theater as old as he, showing films from a bygone era. This gave him a sense of pride, and purpose that has been missing in his life. And so the night turned to day, and day to night. He fell into a deep statuesque sleep. HONK HONK HONK!!! "Hey you!" Honk Honk HONNNNNK! "He you big reptilian sleeping beauty!" "WAKE UP!" Godzilla opened his left eye, squinting just enough to see. It was the lady from the car! She was wearing a black leather jacket with fishnets and black shinny knee-high boots. She flips back her pink hair and says, "hey, I've been looking all over for you. I just got a call from a guy who saw the puppies we dropped off last week." Godzilla turns his head to look at her, (birds sheltering in between his scales fly out) and in a deep infrasonic tone he says, "what...did...he say?" Suddenly she was afraid to upset Godzilla, and in a sheepish voice replies, "He said that animal shelter we took those pups to,....it was a kill shelter." "WHAAT!!! Godzilla screams, setting off car alarms in the process. And he jumps away from the theater and says to the lady, "Come on!" I'm driving". And he gently grabs her and puts her on his right shoulder. He then looks around, grabs some wire off a telephone poll, rips it off and fashions a harness with it around his neck. "hold on to this" he tells her. And he starts running towards the animal shelter with anger and a new sense of purpose. -
Sorry, I'm getting a little crazy with my writing.

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