You get knocked onto your gigantic butt, crashing into a souvenir shop called I Tolerate New York. Breathing heavily, you try to use the scaffolding to hoist yourself back up, but you get dizzy and pass out. That monster was way tougher than he looked.
The next week or so is kind of a blur. You remember your limbs being tied to multiple tanks, and you remember getting motion sickness and barfing all over the Empire State Building, but that’s about it.
When you awaken, you find yourself outside, but trapped in an enormous cage. The bad news is that humans are gawking and pointing at you from the other side. The good news is there are plenty of tasty, jaunty goats in the cage for you to eat, and piles of soft, dead goats for you to sleep on. This could be good for you, actually.