Me and you, after Godzilla.

I: "It's as well to dull
your taste before
you go to be taken in
by one of these mass
-marketed artifices. If you do, 
you'll find yourself richly
out of place there, enjoying
the incongruity as it all washes
over you like a stale popcorn fart,
leaving you hungry for more. Or
else." /I paraphrase

thee: "..." /makes impeccable Godzilla noise*

Me: "...Noice."

THEE: "..." /with subtly corrective glare of ire, mild-eyed, not much  

I: "Oh, you're hungry! Well let's bolt. I know the rainy-day place for just this moment."

Thee: /brightly, with feeling**: "That
wasn't bad, actually! Despite
your feigned airs."
_________
**surprise? Relief?
I wonder

/exeunt,
via hauled ass
to the slightly forced-affect
posh-casual feed joint! 

Delicious.
_________
*ah-AHhh, oo'wuh (Roughly,
with painstaking reptilian feeling
of indignation, habitually outsize
and ill-tempered, overcompensating
as usual for the enormous size,
pardon.

SIGHS)