Mac, doing his part to spread the gospel of Quetzalcoatl, was walking up and down and back up every street he could find, knocking on doors and things he thought were doors. Occasionally they would open. Occasionally he would speak. Sometimes there was a conversation. Most times there was not.
Mac approached the next house on the block and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a giant mechanical man.
“Excuse me, sir or madam,” said Mac, reading from a script written on his hand in permanent marker, “I was wondering if I may have a moment…”
The giant mechanical man punched Mac through the face.