[Husk looks. And then double-takes. And then triple-takes. He looks at his hands for a moment, then waves one of them in front of his eyes.]

[And then, suddenly, he just straight-up takes a razor-sharp playing card from out of somewhere and expertly flings it at the hand in an attempt to pin it down to either the wall or the floor.]

Ex-fuckin-scuse me, but what in Lucifer's ever-lovin' SHIT is goin' on here!? Like what the fuck is actually goin' on!? And you better do a better fuckin- job at explainin' to me than those fuckin' tapirs ever did!