Rarely do history books tell us about us

Rarely do history books tell us about us Godzilla's cousin in Singapore, the giant robot octopus.

Octobotus, was the result of Dr Sing's waldo equipped robotic marine sub fusing with a tentacled denison of the deep waters off the coast of Singapore. When Godzilla & Octobotus

finally arrived at the aforementioned pizza eatery, they were saddened to learn that they had dawdled at the fauxhemian poetry jam too long and their dinner reservations had been

given to the interceding party. This of course angered them beyond belief - and they decided that if they couldn't get seats at Dorsia, then nobody would. Tom grabbed a gun and

Put in his cargo pants pocket, fooling the bouncers. One yellow boot walked in by itself, looking for its mate. Jazzmine knew what was going to happen next, but told nano

nannie that the days of people micromanipulating each other was coming to an end, and that nano nannie had better keep her trap shut. The yellow boot kept on walking, and Jazzmine

started to hum one of these old songs of the thirties. "I know this song... I reminds me of my nannie... Helen...she was called... They never found her...

They never even looked for Helen, I bet." The old song filled the night. And when morning came, we all had a craving for something sweeter

because I had buttered them. What they didn't know about Helen was that she too was no innocent. She had her fangs too. We sank our teeth into each other every night.