Okay, lemme explain. First, I had this crazy dream, right? One minute I'm walkin' down the street, and the next I'm a thrirty-something-foot lizard blocking the entire intersection. With me so far? Okay, so at first I panicked, not because I was huge, but because I'm huge and -not wearing any pants-. Then that's when Primal Lizard Brain took over, I shrugged off my lack of clothing, and went on a happy little spree of destruction. A rampage, if you will. It actually felt pretty good, kickin' cars, climbing buildings, eating... um... things. I even found out that the police force's bullets were bouncing off my scales! Cool! But then some giant wolf-kid in glasses came along, said he messed up somehow, and BAM!, I was back to being me again,. But still naked. And surround by police and military forces aiming guns and tanks at me. That's when I woke up!

...And then I saw the morning news. Crap-crappity-crap!

Kent the super-genius wolf kid belongs to KingDead, and 'Coonzilla' belongs to, well, me!

...And I don't know how a single-button remote the size of a bed would turn a giant lizard into a raccoon, really. Ask the super-genius how he did it!

EDIT AUG 10, '06: Yeah, so the background was really getting on my nerves. Too many colors! Too busy! So I toned everything down a bit, made the background white and blue, so it'd fit in with the other Faces pics! ...yeah, I need to get movin' on the rest of those, too.)