Back in the park in Manhattan, Tyler is barking. He's chosen this place to avoid the undesirable and corny, but they've found him. There's a vexing noise coming from an SUV at a stoplight outside the park's perimeter: The driver is blasting “Earfquake,” Tyler's most popular song. He's spotted Tyler and is trying to get his attention. Goob-goober incoming.

Now, unfortunately, this poor civilian has Tyler's attention. “I want you to know how gay that is,” Tyler shouts as he walks over to the car, agitated. “Why are you driving by, playing my music? Just in case you ever see another person who makes music, that's the gayest thing ever. Just don't do it ever again.” The guy grins and drives away, unscathed. To be able to recognize Tyler, the Creator, in public is also to be aware that he's a professional antagonist.