[Johnny stares hard for a moment, because every word out of this guy's mouth just seems unreal, like it's destined specifically to fuck with him.]
...Alright. It looks like something's getting lost in translation here.
[Maybe if he provided a demonstration, the message might sink in a little clearer. Johnny decides to give the nail on his forefinger a spin, to illustrate exactly what sort of nails he's actually talking about, but nothing happens.]
[He tries again, thinking maybe it was a fluke, and still nothing. His stomach immediately drops, alarm and an all-too familiar feeling of helplessness settling over him like an old coat.]
[This - this can't be happening. This can't be happening.]
[He draws his hands to himself, turning them forward and back, as the source of their deficit can be discerned at a glance.]
What the hell...?
[It's said in a hush, a disbelieving whisper, more to himself than Doppio, who seems to have been momentarily forgotten.]
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...Alright. It looks like something's getting lost in translation here.
[Maybe if he provided a demonstration, the message might sink in a little clearer. Johnny decides to give the nail on his forefinger a spin, to illustrate exactly what sort of nails he's actually talking about, but nothing happens.]
[He tries again, thinking maybe it was a fluke, and still nothing. His stomach immediately drops, alarm and an all-too familiar feeling of helplessness settling over him like an old coat.]
[This - this can't be happening. This can't be happening.]
[He draws his hands to himself, turning them forward and back, as the source of their deficit can be discerned at a glance.]
What the hell...?
[It's said in a hush, a disbelieving whisper, more to himself than Doppio, who seems to have been momentarily forgotten.]