[If Jack had any popcorn right now, he'd be munching on it with absolute delight. Seeing people run after goats is hilarious, and honestly? He's cheering for the goat. Sitting on top of the wall at the end of the alley, he keeps glancing between the goat and its chaser, until Cloud throws that little comment.]

I'm preeeeeety sure the goat's horns and its current killer intent toward you beat the chickens. [Jack raises his eyebrows.] What kind of weird chickens do you know anyway?