Zerstörer beached himself to work on digesting the latest offering of food. Aside from the irritating little voice in his head telling him to "please relax somewhere else" and the honking of blocked traffic, it was a rather relaxing afternoon with the sun warming his massive body. A slight crackle of VHF said that one of the other monsters might be around...a friend to lounge with and a good massage for his stuffed belly.

The suit, it tempts me. 50 pounds of menacing (yet amusingly plush) giant monster. All that padding squeezing me as I waddle around wearing wide stompy boots. The impressive horns, toothy smile, and backlit eyes. UV-reactive painted dorsal plates. Big draggy tail with a patch of glide material on it. Unfortunately, I have the toy design program to get through.

Artwork © of me

"The psychic lady needs to take a more insistent tone with wide load over there. We're feeding him regularly, the least he could do is be considerate and not lounge on our waterfront property."