Kong
Kong set off the nurse alarm—and we all soothed him with spoons. Thank god it worked, before he set to climbing the buildings. I think we like the same girl, Kong and I. Which is a shame, because I choose between pining for her and fearing my life.
It’s worse, because I probably like her a lot. So I choose pining; which means I put my life at risk nightly. Jeff pointed out the military must have some peculiar sense of humor, as they destroyed Godzilla, but let Kong roam.
