This is the point where America's convinced that he's officially snapped. This is the tipping point. He'd tried to hold onto his sanity, but whatever he just witnessed is not the product of a functioning mind. Not even the hypnosis can force him forward because no part of him can comprehend what is happening. His voice rises an octave as he gawks.

"The fuck."

When America said gimme all ya got, he wasn't exactly expecting this. It would probably be a more pleasant surprise if there weren't whispers in the back of his mind reminding him of what Danny said about being half ghost. (Even now he refuses to admit that such a thing is possible, shoving the thoughts away like old clothes in a storage closet.)

He decides repeating himself will invoke some sort of stunning revelation.

"THE FUCK?"

It doesn't.