[Tsuzuki misses his first grab as the beater swoops after the retreating illusion, but whiffing through thin air where it had expected to find a futon seems to confuse it into a brief stillness. He takes advantage of the distraction and secures a grip on the handle.

It promptly turns in his hand and, despite his solid grip, begins swatting him over the head in a credible imitation of the Stop hitting yourself! joke.

Tsuzuki grimly hangs on, even as both his feet hit a puddle that seems to suck them forward right from under him and he goes down on his rear.]

Got it! Okay! Look, I just want you to stop hitting me! You don't have to beat the futons today! It's fine, it's -- ow!

[Arguing with a possessed futon beater: also not, apparently, going well.]