Just as Dustin said those words, he saw his hands turning black. Suddenly, Dustin feels his fingers getting longer, while his nails were getting sharp enough to cut through the bamboo trees. Dustin tests out his new limbs on the bamboo, and sliced them down into pieces, while they fall down to the ground in a pile.
"Holy shit," Dustin says. "Now this is what some comic book shit right there." "いいえ、あなたはそれを楽しむのではなく、おびえていると思われます(No, you're suppose to be frightened, not enjoy it)," Jorōgumo says. Suddenly Dustin started hearing that. "Who said that?" Dustin asks. "Is there a grouchy foreigner I should beat up in here?" 'Shit, I forgot he was American,' Jorōgumo thought, then cleared her throat. "As if you would have a chance, asshore." "Where are you?" Dustin asks.
"In youe head, baka," Jorōgumo answers. "I possess you, and now you wirr suffa." "Listen here, you Asian bitch," Dustin says. "You can try your sorcery on me all you want. I'm not your puppet." "No, I make you my daughta," Jorōgumo explains. "Now suffa."