You chug the rest of the mug of cider to steady yourself. It's the best thing you've ever tasted. And it's cool to watch your fingernails grow like that.
You decide to listen to music. Your new nails present a challenge, but soon the sound of clawhammer banjo pumps from your speakers.
You notice a raven at the window and invite him in. He politely declines. Also, you speak raven now.
And you need pie. No time to wait for delivery. You grab a red plaid flannel shirt and head into the night.