A retired Godzilla.

In old jeans, and his stocking feet. Too tired, and annoyed to stomp on anything anymore. "Zilla thinks, "...cars the jerks. Right they'll probably sent them little tanks next like they always do."

"Gimme a break."

'ol Godzilla just carefully pads about town careful to bother no one or step on anything.  He figures, "...next week I'll come back, and just sit, and read the damned papers. See what they make of that."