"That," I said, "is a blowtorch." The geese were kind of side-eyeing me. "Like how did you even carry that," I said. One goose honked pointedly. Honk. Honk. Clank. I blinked. "That's a bike lock." Honk CLANK THUNK honk RATTLE TING "Wha--" "We're not going down alone for this," said the geese