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.
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