"I'm great at a gun range. And I'm good at darts. I've just never had the lumberjack experience or the Daniel Day Lewis training to pull off ax-chucking.

"Maybe I can figure it out. I was telling Connor that this is gonna be somehow relevant to the future story and I'm gonna have to rescue someone with this shit. That's how weird-ass narratives work, right?"

Everyone, at some point, has a thought they are in a story. Hank's gotta appreciate a good ridiculous Chekhov's gun. Except it sucks when you fumble with that gun.