Your friend, John Bradson, invites you into his home for a discussion over tea. When you arrive at the house, you're greeted by your well-known friend: a tall, well-built, yet welcoming British man in a suit and tie with messy black hair and a light beard. His friendly British voice is like a soft tune to your ears.

"Ah, hello! Good day to you, my friend. Come in, we have much to discuss." He says, bringing you with him inside.

Inside his two-story home, you can see it's quite humble and modest for a cameraman that gets paid a lot. He allows you a seat on the couch and a warm cup of tea. After sipping from his glass, he prepares to talk to you over the matters he called you for when suddenly heavy footfalls come lumbering down the stairs.

"Hiroshi- I'm not sure if you should be here." John says, turning to the source of the sound.

After the form of the individual finishes lumbering down the stairs, you're soon face-to-face with what looks like something appearing 1-to-1 with Godzilla; a bipedal, dinosaurian form with a triple row of jagged dorsal plates down his spine. However, this Godzilla's different; he's only 8 feet tall, clearly a suit of Godzilla, but his eyes are actual, bloodshot human eyes dripping flesh, and his dorsal plates appear to be made of a material that's clearly real bone. His mouth opens, emitting a sinister growl, revealing a set of human teeth behind the sharp row.

Out of nowhere, the lumbering Godzilla suit-like entity immediately lunges for you, letting loose a deep, powerful shriek that sounds like a distorted sound of a pine tar glove being rubbed across the strings of a bass; he HATES Americans like you. A cloud of deadly carbon trioxide gas forms in his mouth, like he's readying to use it on you. Thankfully, John gets in the way just in time.

"HIROSHI, NO! THIS IS OUR FRIEND!" He shouts, standing between you and The Man In The Suit, who growls angrily, but listens and turns to the kitchen instead.

"Sorry lad. He...isn't fond of Americans." John says solemnly.