Tsunami Man: Legend of the Kaiju
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 compliment.”
Out of the black hole marched two, seven-foot-tall Kaiju with humanoid bodies, goat-like faces, and giant sharp claws. That strange symbol that the two workers came across was engraved on each of their left arms.
“Oh, please don’t let my associates intimidate you, fine gentlemen. We’re not here to kill you just yet,” he reassured.
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