Hark, Some Form Of Head Accouterment!

It’s descending majestically from the sky. Oh god, it’s coming straight for your head! If I were you, I’d flee. Hats are sketchy business. You don’t want to get mixed up in that.¬†Will you:

RUNNNNN QUICK BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE?

Or

Accept whatever grim fate this sparkling felt apparition has in store for you?