I had woken up that morning and turned on the TV to an advertisement for Goose Milk. “All the flavor of cow’s milk, and all the nutrients of goose meat! Goose Milk, milked for you. It’s Honkin’ Delicious!” I opened the refrigerator and pulled out my carton of Goose Milk, pouring myself a glass before I headed out of my apartment.
A gentleman around the corner was demolishing his building, slamming his head into the structural walls of the construction repeatedly. The concrete was tough, but truly no match for the man’s thick skull. As I passed him he interjected, “Hey! Catch!”
He threw a pistol at me, which I failed to catch. Instead, the pistol struck me in the chest, shattering on impact with my body.