Proceed to destroy GWR

The HQ is now only a few steps away for you. You stride casually along the narrowing streets of suburban New York from your neighborhood all the way to downtown.

For GWR correspondent Jude McKinely, this is a morning like any other. She's finishing off her second coffee while manning the calls like usual. Should be time for a break soon, she's fed up with people calling in for inane crap like the world's largest french fries. Even had a prank call earlier today.

The hell with it, she can start her break a few minutes earlier. Bronx is such a dull and drab gray place, but in these summer m-OH WHAT THE FUCK IS THA-

After ascertaining that you have the right address, you decide to simply to kick your foot in the lower floors of the building, then drag your toes up through the rest of the floors. The reinforced concrete building can't hold a candle to your enormous size, and crumbles like a sandcastle. Everyone inside has died.

Congratulations, you destroyed GWR!