Sometimes I am witty. Sometimes I am just an offensive jerk who likes picking on social stereotypes.
This is one of those times (probably the second one).
I am not sure if Marshmallow Godzilla is the result of people trying to roast smores in Chernobyl, or perhaps he is a throw back to the dinosaur ages, when a whole race of marshmallow monsters roamed the land, feasting on ancient cocao trees and laying eggs in graham cracker nests. Their sweet sugar bodies not capable of handling the rainstorms brought about by the weather shift after the meteor impact, they melted into hidden chambers under the earth, where georthermal heat turned them into the vast treacle mines that feed the middle eastern economy. Is he lonely? Will there be a Son of Marshmallow Godzilla sequel?
It has also been suggested that he may just be the Stay Puft Marshmallow man’s dog.
Most likely he is the product of unexpected deadlines and bad sushi induced madness.