You respond saying “Nah bro, sorry.” and throw your phone away into the busy streets of Manhattan. You begin to run all the way down fifth avenue, as your realize you are about to morphe.
This happens only when you get excited, you turn into a centaur. People begin to spew out of your way as you sprint and begin growing hooves.
Your Zara pants rip open to expose the lower body of a brown, strong horse.
People begin filming you and you throw up peace signs and tell them to follow you on Instagram. The transition is almost complete, and you are almost to the park.
As you get to the park, you see everyone run out of you way.
You take advantage of the space and begin to sprint around the park.
Suddenly you make eye contact with an old man across the street, he looks dumbfounded, staring into the eyes of a mythical creature. Suddenly he grasps his chest and collapses on the ground.