text: "Aw hell, if the past is any indication Martians ain't shit. I don't have anything better to do. Let's get going." You remark.
  
  You and Moreau leave the next day to his island by private plane. When you arrive you can see why the place is considered a paradise, its basically untamed wilderness with some agricultural improvements and basic structures to house the citizens.
  
  Speaking of citizens, you see them in person. They're a motley looking bunch. You see boar boys, goat girls, manatee men, and wombat women and those are some of the regular ones. Some look like they've been mixed with several species of animals, so you can't even be sure what the hell they are.
  
  Moreau's citizens are equally interested in you.
  
  "Are you another citizen?" one of them asks as they all attempt to crowd you.
  "What? Hell no! I'm a fucking werewolf! Not a freak of nature!" you snarl, not wanting them to touch you. Moreau take the opportunity to make sure you don't kill anyone.
  "This is Wolf. He's different than you... in several ways. But he's here to help us with our current problem, just like our aquatic friend who volunteered to help a few days ago."
  
  You stop Moreau.
  
  "Aquatic friend? You got someone else to help you?" you ask.
  "Well yes, I wasn't sure if you'd help, so I tried to get others as well. You and he were the only takers it seems though. I'm pretty sure you and he are familiar with each other. I can't pronounce his real name, but he goes by Gil."
  
  "Gil?! You got GIL?! He was almost as reclusive as you! How'd you get him to help?"
  "I don't know. It was really just a gamble. I made the same deal, but I had little hope of him accepting it since he's not exactly fond of land dwellers. He accepted though since he's tired of having humans intrude on his home every five minute. He already has a place set aside for himself on the island. I just hope the island is still ours after all this."
  "Where is he?"
  "He keeps to himself in a nearby swamp. He likes his privacy and I respect it. You and he can talk later. I'd like you to get to the training. The Martians will be coming soon, I'm predicting in a matter of days."
  "DAYS!? You didn't say that before! How am I supposed to train these freaks in days?"
  "Please Wolf you must try! Gil tried and didn't get very far; he may have even given up. I was hoping you might have more luck since you're a bit closer to my citizens."
  "I'm nothing like your citizens... but I'll see what I can do."
  > go talk with Gil
  You take one look at Moreau's citizens and shake your head. There's no way you can whip these freaks into shape by yourself. Look at them, all peace and love and shit. There's a damn giraffe man kissing a damn bear woman. It's not right! You're too disgusted right now; you have to talk to someone normal!
  
  You go to the nearby swamp, where you see Gil catching a small lizard and eating it.
  
  "Well its good to see someone here, who's not a pansy ass herbivore." You say.
  
  Gil looks up, perturbed at first, but surprised when he sees you.
  
  "Wolf? What're you doing here?"
  "Same thing as you, Moreau offered to set me up for life, if I help him. Though I don't see how that's possible with the freaks I just met."
  "I know, tell me about it. I can't even get them to argue with me! I was calling them a bunch of ignorant land dwellers who should've been killed at birth like the freaks they were and they tried to do was hug me."
  "Still don't like surfacer dwellers eh Gil?"
  "Hell no! I wouldn't even be here, but I was getting really tired of moving every five minutes because humans feel the need to build a factory near my home. At least here, I know that's not going to happen and the freaks will know to leave me be."
  "Assuming the freaks will still be here. The Martians will be taking over soon if we don't do anything." You remind Gil.
  "I know, I know. They would be even worse neighbors than humans assuming they would still let me live here. (Sigh) Looks like I'll be moving again soon."
  "Oh come on Gil, we gotta think up something. The Martians are a bunch of idiots. I can't give up just yet."
  "Ah I should've suspected. You're here to prove you still got one fight left in you. The old Alpha Wolf syndrome."
  "I'm not here just for that, but maybe that is part of it. So what the hell's wrong with that?"
  "Nothing I suppose. It's your life. I just think it's a pointless and silly endeavor that gets you killed for no good reason."
  "Oh fuck you Gil. We're natural born killers, we're designed to establish our dominance and be combative! You of all should understand that. You want to die an old fish in your sleep?"
  "Sounds about right. Look Wolf, I know you've always subscribed to natural law, survival of fittest ideology and I do too. But you take it to the fucking extreme that it's ridiculous. Really I mean don't you feel that in your elder years that you'd just like peace and quiet? I never picked fights for the hell of it. It didn't make much sense. I mean shit, I've been fighting humans all my damn life, and I'm tired of it. I want to rest. I always just wanted to be left alone but the damn land dwellers wouldn't leave me alone."
  "Gil, I learned a long time ago, no matter how much you try, shitheads are going to bother you. You can be a recluse like you and Moreau or be an anti-social asshole like me. It doesn't matter. Someone is going to fuck with you; someone is going to annoy you. All you can do is deal with it head on and make the best of it. What're you going to do Gil? Move when the Martians arrive? Then move again when some humans build yet another factory by your new home and just keep going like that until you die? You got a chance here to pretty much live your dream of a relatively peaceful undisturbed life here. It's not going to get any better Gil. All you gotta do is stand up to the Martians. Yeah, maybe you'll get killed, but it's better than constantly being on the run."
  
  Your words have made sense to Gil. He can't really argue with your logic. This place probably is the best he's going to ever have it on this planet. He just needs to help get rid of the Martian threat.
  
  "Well Wolf, I guess either way this is going to be my last fight. Alright what should we do next? Because attempting to train the freaks seems like it's doomed to failure."
  > ask Gil if he knows anyone else who can help
  If you actually had any friends you'd ask them if they could help, but since you don't, you ask Gil if he knows anyone.
  
  "Not really." He says.
  "Come on Gil, I mean you must know someone! There were a ton of aquatic sea monsters!"
  "Oh yeah, we ALL know each other. Damn land dweller ignorance. I bet we all look alike to too you right?" Gil says annoyed.
  "And I suppose you don't think we all look alike?" you retort.
  "Alright nevermind. I don't know though, most of the beings I know, tolerate land dwellers even less than I do. And most of them can't even leave the water to begin with."
  "I guess giant crabs and squids are out of the question then huh?"
  "You guess right."
  "Damn."
  "Okay well, I DO have a cousin that might help, but we haven't spoken in years."
  "Would he be of much help?"
  "Oh he'd be more than enough help; he doesn't much care for aliens in general. In fact he doesn't like anyone and is very violent."
  "Sounds like a great guy." You say.
  "Hmm, yes I'm sure you and he have a few things in common. He's another that pointless picks fights and believes in proving his dominance whenever possible."
  "Well get his ass over here!"
  "I don't know if he'll come, we had a fight about something a long time ago hence the reason we haven't spoken."
  "Gil, I know Moreau has at least one phone on this island. USE IT. NOW!"
  "Alright, I'll try, but like I said I don't know if he'll come to help.
  
  You and Gil make your way back to Moreau's freak town where the freaks still give you strange looks. You knock on Moreau's door.
  
  "Hey Moreau! Open up, Gil's gotta use the phone."
  
  Moreau looks as haggard as ever when he opens his door.
  
  "Damn Moreau, you look like shit, you really need to take better care of yourself. Eat some fucking meat. Anyway, Gil has a bad ass cousin apparently that can help, he just needs to call him."
  "Wolf, I don't know if he'll come, and now that I'm thinking about it, I don't know if I WANT him to come. He might still be pissed at me."
  "Have some faith Gil."
  
  Gil picks up the phone and starts pressing a million numbers.
  
  "Where the hell does your cousin live, Gil?"
  "Japan. Oh I got a tone... here he is. Hello Godzilla?"
  
  "Your cousin is FUCKING GODZILLA?!" you ask.
  "Oh even I've heard of him, heard he was giant lizard that routinely defeated other monsters and aliens. Surely he'll be able to help." Moreau says hopefully.
  
  You look at Moreau in disbelief, he apparently has been such a recluse he hasn't even kept up on who the fuck Godzilla really is and the extent of his power. You know damn well if Godzilla comes here, the Martians will be destroyed, but so will everything else on the island!
  
  "It's me. No don't hang up! Look I'm sorry about that! I didn't mean for that to happen! Come on I really need your help. I'm in a predicament and... "
  
  You snatch the phone from Gil
  
  "Dammit, no matter what shit happened between you two, you should at least know how your cousin's mind operates by now, Gil!" you say to Gil.
  
  "Hello, Godzilla? Big fan. My name's Wolf you might know me, but it doesn't matter if you don't. Look there's a bunch of fucking Martians coming down to Earth thinking they're tough shit and acting like they're going to own the place. Yeah I know you're King of the Monsters here on Earth, but you know how all aliens are, they're arrogant bastards. Okay. Oh why thank you! That was my favorite role; I got to kill 17 humans in that one! Glad to see you have heard of me. Alright bye."
  
  You turn to Moreau and Gil.
  
  "He's coming." You say.
  > get the hell off the island
  You respect and even admire Godzilla for his abilities, but you're not a damn idiot! When Godzilla comes to kick ass, he goes into overkill. You don't want to be anywhere on the island when he arrives. You ask Moreau for your money.
  
  "Alright Moreau, you said I could have my reward in cash, I'll be taking it now seeing as my work here is done."
  "What?! You haven't done anything!" Moreau says.
  "The hell I didn't, I got Godzilla to come here. He'll solve your Martian problem."
  "Okay there's two things wrong with that statement. First of all YOU still aren't personally doing anything. Second of all Godzilla is Gil's cousin not yours, if anything he gets credit for this before you!"
  "Yeah!" Gil remarks.
  "That may be, but I'm the one who convinced Godzilla to come here! Gil was too busy stuttering and apologizing."
  "Godzilla's not even here yet! I'm not paying you anything; you can wait until after he gets rid of the Martians."
  
  Looks like Moreau isn't parting with anything until after the job is completed, but if you wait until after Godzilla does his thing there won't be anything left on the island to part with and that's assuming you can find some place to lay low to avoid the sheer destruction that's sure to come. (Even though Moreau seems to be ignorant of what's about to occur to his Utopia)
  > insist on getting paid
  You begin to get angry at Moreau's unwillingness to pay up.
  
  "Moreau I'm going to ask you ONE last time, I want my money!" you snarl.
  "You're not getting anything from me! And you can stop threatening me, because it won't work! I had to face angry tigermen and worse while attempting to turn this place into a Utopia! So you can just... "
  
  You don't let Moreau finish that sentence; you take a swipe at him with your claws, knocking him down. He slams his head into his desk and looks very still. Gil goes over to check on him.
  
  "He's dead." Gil says.
  "Damn, I didn't mean to hit him so hard, I was just trying to scare him a bit."
  "You dickhead! NOW what are we supposed to do?!"
  "Will you relax, I'm sure he's got a safe or some place where he keeps the money, all we have to do is find it, it can't be far."
  "I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about he was the only one who could fly the plane of the island! How the hell are we supposed to leave now that he's dead?! And do I need to remind you that my cousin is coming here? I didn't want to be here anymore than you did when he arrived especially since he's pissed at me!"
  "Oh shit, I didn't think about that. FUCK! Wait a minute! What the hell are you worried about? All you gotta do is start swimming!"
  "Hey asshole, it's the fucking ocean! SALTWATER! I can't survive in that shit. Not for that long anyway. I might as well be swimming in vinegar."
  "Hold on you better just calm the fuck down, and watch your tone Fishboy."
  "Fuck you mangy land dwelling dog! I should've never listened to you!"
  
  Gil is just as pissed at you as you are with him right now and you both act on your anger. A fight between you both occurs in the office, and eventually out in the middle of the town. Moreau's freaks stand in disbelief, they're unaccustomed to seeing such violence in a long time, and the younger ones have never seen it at all. Most of them just stand out of the way as you and Gil attempt to kill one another.
  
  You fight for a couple days, and then the Martians arrive. When they see that the island is still inhabited they go into their kill all Earthlings routine and start killing the citizens of the island with ease, until they're all dead. Meanwhile you and Gil are still beating each others brains out. The Martians decide not to interrupt and start placing bets; you're the odds on favorite since Gil is starting to dehydrate at this point.
  
  Another day passes and Godzilla finally arrives. The Martians attempt to fight back, but this is fucking Godzilla. He merely sneezes at their beam weapons and their saucers. Then he crushes the remaining ones under foot, destroying most of the island in the process.
  
  Then he notices Gil, and remembering whatever he did to piss him off, he decides to get some payback. Unfortunately you're in the way of his "payback" and you're both incinerated with one bellow of radioactive fire.