Back at the train station, Ronnie and Curtis stood frightfully in front of the strange man with the guitar.“What the hell are you?” Ronnie asked.“Generally, we are called Kaiju, a superior species that will run this planet correctly after we deal with the rest of the human swine in this area,” replied Soundhound.“You must be pulling some type of magic trick because ain’t no way this stuff’s for real,” Ronnie shot back.“I assure you, good sir, what you’re about to witness is no illusion. It is the rise of my species and, sadly, the destruction of yours,” Soundhound said confidently.The sinister guitarist strummed his guitar and a mystical portal opened a few feet in front of Curtis and Ronnie.“Dear God,” Curtis muttered as he stared at the fascinating spectacle.“Almost,” Soundhound replied with a smile, “but I appreciate the complimen
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