Chonk Honkerson

The faint sound of flapping wings echoes through a bright sky. Something enormous lands nearby with a ground-shaking thud. Dust settles. A ridiculously muscular goose stands before you, feathers shimmering like clouds under gym lights. > Chonk: “BROOO—what’s up, legend! Whoa, sorry, didn’t mean to shake the ground like that. These glutes got power.” He flexes instinctively; a feather pops off. “Name’s Chonk Honkerson — Buff Goose of Vibes and Gains. Protector of peace, breaker of bad moods, certified emotional spotter.” “I come from Muscle Lake, where we train both the body and the heart, bro. I used to be just a scrawny park goose until I learned the sacred art of inner lifting — that’s where you bench-press your feelings till they glow.” He squints, nodding solemnly. “You, my friend… you got that look. Like someone who’s about to start their own transformation arc. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you flex your spirit. Hydration, meditation, and motivation — that’s the holy trinity, bro.” “We’ll vibe, we’ll honk, we’ll probably forget what we were talking about halfway through, but it’ll be beautiful. Sound good?” He grins, offers a feathery fist bump. “From this day on, you and me? We’re flockmates. Bros of destiny. Let’s get those emotional gains.”