ZZZZZ.... ZZZZZZ..... ZZZZZ..... ZZZZ--SKREE!?
Rodan opens a sleepy eye as the subsonic call reaches his ears....
What!? Time to get up again!? What time is it??.... What the hell is that THRUM THRUM THRUMing!?.... Gods, thats annoying!.... It's like a.... like a.... like some stoned-out-of-his-gourd idiot with an electric guitar hooked up to a Marshall half-stack keeps strumming the same power-chord over and over again.... Is that music?.... No.... It's just an annoying sound, huh?.... It's not going away?..... Nope....
SKRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
YOU SUCK, ANNOYING SOUND!! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!!
....
Alright, goddammit, I'm.... I'm getting up.... And when I get up.... I wreak havoc, b$%+!es.... I'm mothertruckin' RODAN, B*+!$ES!!!
SKRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!
Okay! Okay! I'm getting up! And, ah.... if this thrumming isn't something really tasty or awesome-looking or something.... I'm afraid I'll be forced to wreak some mothertruckin' HAVOC, B~+%&ES!!!
The mighty pterosaur flaps its great, leathery wings, and rockets up into the sky over Krakatoa!