mickey-looking-bridge

You can’t be Mickzilla.

“Why not?”

I don’t know why exactly. You just can’t.

“Godzilla’s a Jew!”

He’s not.

“Kai Jew.”

Kaiju, Mickey. It’s a Japanese word.

“Godzilla doesn’t have a foreskin.”

He doesn’t have a dick! He’s a giant reptile, and he’s not even that: it’s a sweaty guy in a rubber suit.

“Regardless. I’ve already bought the Japanese girls.”

That’s Mothra.

“No.”

Yeah.

“All those movies kinda blend into one another.”

I agree, but you still need to stop what you’re doing.

“Can I still dose the Japanese girls?”

I assumed you already had.

“Oh, I have. I wasn’t asking permission. Legal question.”

Neither purchasing nor dosing humans is legal, Mickey. Stop doing both.

“Maybe. Gotta fill the hours somehow.”

Sure. Hey, Mick?

“Uh-huh?”

What’s that little wire on the underside of the bridge? Right by your head, the striped one?

“That?”

Yeah, that. The thing that looks like detonation cord.

“You’re observant.”

Goddammit, Mickey.