Take a look at King Kong. He was perfectly happy beating up dinosaurs, devouring any tribute that was pushed through the wall to him, and trying to make a good first impression on the blonde girl he just met. But then capitalism burst into his life, dragged him to New York, and forced him into theatre.
Idiot. Everybody knows that there's no money in theatre.
Consider Mothra. These tiny twin girls appear and basically warn people, "Maybe consider not f**king with nature so much, because Mothra HATES people who f**k with nature." But people are like, "That's cool, except we LOVE f**king with nature." So Mothra shows up and wrecks them. Usually, people have to rely on coming up with their own monster metaphors before they're able to arrive at the conclusion that bombs are bad. Mothra had actual emissaries telling people the theme of the movie they were in, and those morons still didn't listen.
Toho Co., Ltd.
They practically read the CliffsNotes out to you, and you still failed the test.