Demzilla walks into the dirty south and orders a Pabst Blue Ribbon. Some bitch with pink lip gloss and ripped stockings blows smoke in his face, a look of absent minded petulance riding her eyes like a rubber duck in a cheap blow up kiddy pool.
Demzilla unzips his swagger beams.
Bitch gets wet.
9 months later . . . Babezilla is born.