"... Put you in a giant robot."

Ryan listens for a brief moment, before realizing the topic that had been mentioned. "Wait. You said giant robot. Like, the movie kind? The power ranger stuff?" As much as Ryan loved science fiction and those giant robots when he was a kid, he couldn't even imagine what sort of a government would invent an actual giant robot to fight the giant monsters. For starters, it'd be terribly inefficient, not to mention how expensive it is to build. The reason why his robot club back in high school all consisted of wheeled vehicles and devices instead of walking robots was because it was so darn hard to balance the robot when they were trying to program it without using physics.

"Yes, Private Reese. Like one of those." Heather did not seem very happy about even mentioning the plan, and neither did the Admiral. The other two in the tent, however, seemed very content with the plan mentioned. "It's an MF series, first of its kind. A prototype that we created using an experimental Kaiju core. We believe that matching the wavelength of the Kaiju and your biosignals would allow the Kaiju to mistake the robot for one of its own, and attempt a territorial mating ritual with it."

"But wouldn't you rather just drive it back to the ocean through ****? Show that bitch what we are made of?" The major that had been sitting on the table spoke, to which, Heather frowned. Admiral caught the question in mid-air, however.

"We are firing trillions of bullets worth every year at these creatures trying to keep ONE out of our continent. We have completely ruled out nuclear option due to the fact that the immense heat and the radiation from the nuke barely tickles it. In fact, you might as well give it a buttload of viagra, because that's what a nuke is to it. A goddamned aphrosidiac. The only time we even managed to damage the beast was because a satellite crashed down on top of it. And it lost its darn head. And you know what else happened? The head grew back! So if you think a giant robot can win against such a beast when my soldiers are out there suffering from.. Whatever, then by all means. Send it to break like a toy given to a five year old."

The major snapped his mouth shut, and Heather continued.

"The MF Series consists of carbon steel, folded from many layers. It's also flexible thus allowing you to withstand... Certain levels of pressure for an extended period of time. At most, you have 10 minutes before the hull begins to break while the mating ritual commences."

"10?" Ryan blinks. That's barely enough time. Isn't sex supposed to be sensual and slow? He wasn't much of a man who would go for a quickie, as good as it was.

"At most. Provided that some of them are extremely violent, I'd say that an average of a five. Which is the time limit before you have to bring a Kaiju into an orgasm." She pauses. "If you don't, the hull breaks, and you'll have to escape through an escape pod. And the Kaiju will resume its course to more populated areas. We can organize the next launch in 3 hours."