As Yoko Ono sits in her room while counting John Lennon's money, she feels a distinct vibration in the floor below her. Suddenly, screams fill the world outside her window. Yoko jumps to her feet and puts her hat and sunglasses on. Opening her curtains, she sees the middle to lower class Americans shrieking and running.
"That's not good," Yoko whispers to her son, Sean. Out of the corner of her watchful eye, she spots buildings crumbling off in the distance. She grabs her blazer and heads out the Dakota Aparment complex.
"Where are you going?" Sean calls after her.
"Where I have to go!"
Pedestrians are running the opposite direction from her, avoiding whatever thing is doing this to the city. But Yoko is different. She knows this crisis can only be solved by her. A loud cry comes from behind her.
"Maaaaahhhaaah," Godzilla calls. Godzilla spots Yoko and pauses for a second. The two hold each others gaze dreamily and drown out the screaming around them. Godzilla walks up to Yoko Ono.
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Yoko winks.
"Maaeaerrrr," Godzilla responds seductively. Godzilla reaches down and places his hand in front of Yoko. She climbs on his massive hand and he hoists her up in the air. The two cross the bridge over to New Jersey.
"You know what they say about big hands," Yoko mutters suggestively.
"Naaaaaah," Godzilla responds, showing his confusions towards her higher level of thinking. Gunfire breaks out and they try to kill Godzilla. Little do they know, Godzilla is immune to their fire. One because Godzilla is a massive reptilian creature with scales thicker than John Lennon's hair, and two all he needs is love.
The two live off their fufilling lives in the newly abandoned New York city. Nothing can come between these lovers now.
The End
