a 2000# Man-O-war would be bad news to.
"General, SIR! The only way we can destroy is to strand it at low tide!" Says a flustered man in uniform, leaning over the war room desk.
A furrow-browed higher-up sits turned from him, staring at a Strategic Air Command map. "What happens then, Major? We just sit there and wait for a deadly monster to wither on a public beach. We'll have to call in an airstrike. An
airstrike on this
quite little town. I don't like this at all, Major."
"General, sir...that may not be necessary...scientists have already developed a 50 ft. tall child with a giant, sharp stick to finish the job. All we have to do is wait, sir."
"And what will we do with the child once he's finished, Major?"
Sliding a manila folder full of top secret documents and satellite photos across the General's table, "They're already putting the finishing touches on the 'time-out' facility in Guantanamo Bay, sir."