part b

[That...is definitely an arm. That itself doesn't really bother Zack, but he is annoyed that he now has to weigh his options... To follow it back and figure out what the hell was up with that, or to do what he was inclined to and crush it underfoot.

Well, luckily for Fran he's stomping angrily after the arm while he mulls it over. Her voice gets him to snap his attention up and -- and honestly he wishes he could say he's seen weirder.]

The fuck? Thread? [...Oh, right, the hand had written something, hadn't it? Hot damn, he needs to learn how to read.] Shit... I can take some from [squints] your foot. If you want to do that now.