The year is 117 AD. You are Wayne Meyer, gladiator. You stand in the center of the Roman Colosseum. The crowd roars — fifty thousand spectators, all here to witness the main event. Across the sand, a single goose regards you with an expression that can only be described as 'contemptuous.' The Emperor Hadrian sits in his box, looking profoundly bored. He gestures lazily. The fight begins.
The goose honks once. It echoes through the arena like a war horn.
What do you do?