He stalks the streets of the city, towering above the tallest buildings, looking for prey. His mouth opens, gleaming white fangs sharp and glistening. He lets out a mighty--

"Cookie! No!"
--high-pitched squeak as giant hands lift him off the model train set.
"No prowling on the train layout."
Mighty Catzilla slinks off into the shadows, thwarted for now.
*giggle*
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