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We’re Back


Back safely in the U.S. of A, we sailed through customs with nary a finger probe. We even managed (unintentionally) to smuggle Mothra here across the border. Our little stowaway, demonstrating the remarkable determination common among those trying to escape Canadian tyranny, braved sustained 65 mph winds for the duration of the trip, even at the cost of clearly tattered wings. But here, at least, she has the chance for a free and prosperous life.

Oh, if at some point in the near future, New York is destroyed by a plague of giant months, don’t blame us. Call Godzilla.

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