Dream 352: Toona
05.11.2014 § Leave a comment
Post-apocalyptic world populated with poor-production valued kaiju, like literally a bunch of men inside a green-colored bio-hazard tube running around in slow-motion like a serpentine dragon, which can barely exert enough pressure to pin someone down, let alone mash them up.
Nonetheless, life is dog-eat-dog. Georg, Karin, and I are raiding a Korean grocery store for toona cakes, all of whis packing is already compromised.