Scribble: Too much kaiju tonight.

      He stood there, a piece of skyscraper clutched in a three-fingered hand, surrounded by tanks and the ceaseless screaming of the small, squishy creatures whose homes he now destroyed. Looking over them with one giant, glaring eye, the giant heaved its otherwise featureless head, a sigh rumbling across the city.
      I just want to be loved, he thought, arms -- and skyscraper -- falling to his sides.
      In the distance, buildings were still toppling over from the sheer force of his ennui.