One fine sunny day, Godzilla stopped to admire a gem of French Neoclassical architecture, the Petit Trianon at Versailles.

A sensitive, suffering soul, Godzilla was fully conscious of the vast discrepancies in wealth that allowed this beautiful structure to be built. While he contemplated the weight of history and thought about its philosophical implications, a party of picnickers arrived.

“New friends!” thought Godzilla, but as usual, his friendly overtures were woefully misunderstood.

An epic battle ensued.

For a while things looked pretty hit or miss.

Eventually, though, Godzilla prevailed.

Vive la France.