"Uh yeah, gross and cool." And feasible, he'll bear that in mind.

He quickly made his way over to the shelf, and with only the barest amount of hesitation... just grabbed that fucking hand right off.

Weird. This was actually kind of weird, and for a moment he just stood there, clasping his own severed hand, looking over the cut at the wrist of it. From what he could see, it wasn't rotting in the slightest, didn't even have a particularly unfortunate odor to it, and he idly flopped the dismembered appendage about for a moment, obviously morbidly fascinated.

"... Dude, I could hide this in my coat sleeve and scare the shit out of some assholes back in town."

Yes.

Yeah.

Yep, that's where his mind went, uh huh.