Get ready! It’s the Second through Eighth Comings all rolled up into one Komodo-riffic package! Apparently the Holy Spirit had a touch of the ol’ Dragon fever, or perhaps just lost a bet with the Father and Son. Repeat after me, “Holy Flora, Mother of Gods, Hallowed Be Thy Name…”
A word to the Wise Men—don’t bother with the frankincense or myrrh this time around, and mind your fingers. These tots would be happy to just eat the horses you rode in on.
I would like to join you this year in the celebration of Komodomas, where we raise our mugs of venom and toast the miraculous birth of the Seven Komodo Gods, like something out of Lovecraft meets the Bible with a little Toho thrown in for good measure.