It's the middle of the day and darkness falls on the city, it's the shadow of a giant cyber-netic death kitty. On the other side of town something rages down the path, if you jad a lisp you'd know, "It'th kicking theriouth ath!" Mortal enemies since the early days of lore, we're just colatoral damage in their giant ass war. They rumble, battle, tustle, then they do a cocky strut. They both know they're kicking Earth right in it's planetary NUTS. Not a single juman being can survive in the vicinity, it's kinda like Godzilla squared but also times infinity. Me and Ninja Brian were just chilling at my place when we got a frantic call from the president of space saying, "You're the only hope to save billions of lives!" I said, "I'm making baked potatoes, I'm about to add the chives. We could be there in an hour if we really, really tried." But we didn't so they ate France, sorry if you DIED!