[Gigan sips his own coffee as he listens. By now he's figured out how to drink it without burning himself, and he's also becoming accustomed to the taste, beginning to see why it might appeal to people. There is something jittery about the stuff, as Godzilla had warned him—some sensation in his stomach and chest like they might be their own living things separate from his own existence. The more he listens to all of this and thinks about it, the more he feels that sensation. He can feel the phantom awareness of his own tail flicking around behind him, even though it's not literally there.]

. . . I didn't really know what it was like between you and humans. Whatever your whole situation is on Earth, it's not the same as mine, but . . . it doesn't sound all that different either. I'm no god to the Nebulans or anything like that, but we're not friends either. There's no way we could ever see each other that way. Being small . . . things feel pretty different from down here.