Somewhere in the Atlantic Sea
Good news. But not really.
After being cooped up in Monster Island, we finally got off the damn place because a few of our former allies have have been brainwashed and...you know what happened. I assume you've been reading this, so I shouldn't really need to explain...Anyhoo, yeah, we're on our way to some human city. Supposedly, Gorosaurus is there, hamming it up. I don't know why he wants to ham it there. I'd really salami it up.
Get it? No?
Ah, fuck you.
I'm going to set Gorosarus straight with help from Granddad. Yeah, he and I are swimming across the waters, with the humans and their itty-bitty boats and ships circling us like flies. If they get hurt, don't blame me. They got in the way.
Granddad and I did some talk, but not much, because swimming requires holding one's breath, no matter how fucking large you are. It was a pleasant talk, too:
"I heard you and Baragon are in a relationship," he said.
"Oh, goddammit," I blurted.
"What?"
"Everyone seems to know about us somehow."
"Well, uh, it's kinda obvious. The way you two sit really close together and and stuff."
"Yeah, I know I'm a disgrace to monsters everywhere, blah, blah, blah..."
"Yeah, you are. But I don't care, really. I've seen some freaky couple in my time, so I won't judge."
"I appreciate that."
The highlight of the trip was seeing a ship capsize. Turns out, there's a giant lobster out there, too. Well, there's two of them. A relative and the current incarnate.
"Oh, fuck me," Granddad said.
"What? They're lobsters. so?"
"I had to fight the older one years ago."
"Why is that bad?"
"There were more scenes about humans than monsters, Mothra was in the mix, and to top it all off, I battled a giant condor."
"Scenes? Wha-"
"Don't mention anything about it, kid."
We had to stop swimming to duke it with the two Ebirahs. One of them started playing volleyball with Granddad using a rock. The fuck? The other one just kept splashing around like an idiot. It was weird. Really weird. Super fucking weird. I've fought a few weirdos in my young life, but this was pretty absurd. In the end, we both just fried those lobsters into seafood. All we needed was butter, and it would be a banquet.
After that odd battle, I asked my Granddad, "Is thatthe real reason why you hate those guys?"
"Yes," he said.
Yeah, nothing really has happened yet. As soon as we save Gorosaurus and get our asses back to Monster Island, I'll explain how the fight unfolded.
Doesn't a neat little filler chapter make you feel like you've been scammed?...er...Yeah...heh...