"God I hate my life," croaked Rodan. His latest whine was not lost on the rest of the break room crowd, all of whom had fallen on hard times. All the old monsters had come to grips with their loss of stardom, and had taken jobs in the only field they could possibely work in; namely demolition for hire. Crushing buildings had once been shared passion, but over time, it had become a mind numbing chore. Still, the work wasn't hard, and the money was enough to pay the bills, and in Godzilla's case, fund his law suit against Sony.

Back in their heyday, such a gathering of monsters would draw tabloid reporters like flies to a pile of corpses. Nowadays, the only place where Godzilla, King Kong, Ghidrah, Rodan, and Gamera all came together was a cramped demolition company employees' lounge (although sometimes Cthulhu would drop by for visit, but such visits were dreaded by the rest, as Cthulhu was still making money and enjoyed gloating about it). In spite of everything, they still carried themselves like the city smiting terrors they used to be. Some days, they would talk about the good old days, back when they commanded respect and top dollar movie deals. Today proved to be one of those days.

"Things just ain't what they used to be," Gamera concurred.

"Amen to that," Gamera said, "Hell, the last time I got a starring role was in a Tae-Bo infomercial."

"You think that's bad?" said Rodan, "My last role was a contestant on Survivor. I was that desperate to get publicity!"

"You want publicity? Just get busted with drugs!" quipped King Kong, as he pulled out a cigarette the size of a tree, "It worked for that Robert Downy Jr. guy that keeps showing up in the news. Hey, anyone got a light?"

"Sure thing," Godzilla said.

The King of Monsters, as he was once known, exhaled a blast of radioactive fire, lighting Kong's smoke, and large section of the wall behind Kong.

"You know, letting him light your smokes makes those things even more unhealthy," said Gamera.

"Yeah, but what can you do? I need something to relax me, and Prozac can only go so far. Besides, do YOU really wanna live any longer?" responded Kong.

The room was silent for a moment, as Kong had just echoed what everyone in the room was feeling as of late.

"Hey, Godzilla, how those kids of yours?" Rodan asked, breaking the silence.

"Better than me. They put on five pounds of makeup, and all of a sudden they end up in this Pokemon crowd. Next thing you know, they're buying Bentlys, appearing on 'Cribs', and then they say they have no time to even talk to their dad. Gratitute for ya," Godzilla said bitterly.

"Hey, just be glad the brats can take care of themselves. I got four kids, and the child support is eating me alive," Gamera said.

"My kids are nothing but trouble either," Kong began, "always needing money for something. One needs cash for night school, another needs bail money, the other needs a divorce lawyer to get away from Michael Jackson, it just never needs."

"What is it with sex? Why can't we win?" Rodan said, tossing a question to the entire group.

"Anyone wanna meet our fourth head?" Ghirah's second head cheerfully said.

"Oh god, not this joke again..." the third head hissed.

"At least he knows enough not to try and make head number four talk," muttered the first head.