Godzilla gets shrunken down to human height and is taken in by a Japanese family.

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“Okay kids, everyone get round the kitchen table, it’s faaamily game niiight!” yelled Imoshuri in his booming nineties game show host voice. He already had his bright orange Texas long horn cap on, which he wore only for compering these Wednesday night activities.

Kara, his twelve year old daughter came bounding down the stairs, churning her long dark brown hair into wisps floating every which way off her head.

“Joel won’t come down. He’s still playing video games with Godzilla.” said Kara, pulling her hair back behind her ears.

“Well go get hiiim thennn.” sung her mother, Ayami, as she placed bowls of cheese puffs and Maryland mini chocolate chip cookies on the table. “And tell him if he doesn’t get down here quick I’ll take the thing away.”

“Hi gorgeous.” said Imoshuri, smiling widely at his bride of so many years.

Ayami walked over to him with a grin and kissed his lips, nose and forehead before laying her arms around him. They stood the same five foot ten inches, but Ayami had more leg than her doting husband. On reflex Imoshuri pulled in his stomach as she pulled him close, a force of habit he’d developed while dating.

“Gross, would you two get off each other, there are children in the room.” said Godzilla, wearing fashionably ripped jeans, red Converse, and an OBEY t-shirt with his back spikes torn through.

“There you guys are. Come on, it’s time to play.” said Imoshuri.

The three youngsters sat around grabbing handfuls of snacks while their adopted father took out a stack of boardgames from a bureau in the corner.

“Okay, what are we playing. I think it’s Godzilla’s turn to choose first” said Ayami.

“Jenga.” said Godzilla coldly.

The room went quiet. Kara took to staring at her fingernails, and Joel began following the grain of the table top. Ayami gave her husband a worried look.

“There’s lots of games Godzilla, would you like to try something else this time?” said Imoshuri sheepishly.

“Jenga.” said Godzilla.

“Okay, it’s your choice. Let’s give it another go.” said Ayami.

Imoshuri brought out the Jenga box and poured the blocks out. Wood smacked wood, and specks of sawdust scattered in the air. Godzilla’s eyes opened wide so they could all see the delicate whites behind his thick black pupils. Imoshuri picked the pieces up in threes, knocked them into line with one another on the table, and stacked them on top of each other.

“Y-your turn first Godzilla.” said Imoshuri.

Godzilla pierced the fragile structure with his eyes, narrowing them upon his target. He launched to his feet, sending his chair flying back, tumbling on the floor.

“NO GODZILLA!” screamed Ayami, adrenalin bolting through her nervous system.

Godzilla raised his claw in defiance, and with the rage and might of a thousands suns brought the tower crashing down in a massacre of alderwood and family game night etiquette.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM. NOW!” shouted Imoshuri, furiously firing spittle across the room.

Godzilla, still standing, emanating a primeval, ancestral pride, walked to the door. He took one last look over his shoulder at the gory spectacle he had orchestrated.

“Jenga.”

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