With a swift kick to the nads, the stranger goes down hard. You kick him a few more times in sensitive areas and run like hell back to your house. You knew there were sickos like this in the world, but actually meeting one is not an experience you want to have. You arrive at your home at 4:00, not daring to look behind you.
Meanwhile, at the park, the "god" is regretting his choice of form and his actions. How could the current generation of sapient life be so damned brutal?