Stage One goose infestation is in full swing. There's a fruit stand left in shambles because the goose stole a single bolt. There's someone wearing glasses that makes him look like a mole-man who keeps taking them off and staring at them and putting them back on. They look like they might not be his exactly. There's a bra on a public statue of a doctor caring for a child, draped over the poor bronze kids head. There's a traffic jam and two men arguing outside of their vehicles about accidents that probably weren't their fault.

Hank walks in on a trainwreck and there it is, in the center of it all? A horrific demon. A creature of monumental stature, white and bold. It turns its head and looks at him one way, then the other, because god is so unkind it had to deprive a terrestrial creature of binocular vision and instead supply it with a finely honed pinching torture device. The animal spreads its impressive wings, looming with the all the power in its presence.

HOOOONK!!!

It stampedes at a child decked out in its warm cozy finery, and Hank sprints like he's about to rescue it from an oncoming truck. The crook and tools are abandoned so he can scoop up a four-year old already starting to tear up as impending doom approaches him. The small child is hefted up, placed on his shoulders, thwarting the goose's advance.