You and my hands

Sometimes I think you love my hands more than you love me.

Well, that's just fine. My hands love you back, of course. But I'd like a part in this. Oh, what's that? Oh, you go and do that! You take my hands away from me. And then you and my hands can go to that condo by the seaside. And you and my hands can invite me over for dinner, and I'll spill wine all over your new tablecloth. And then you and my hands can silently mock me through one-way looking glass as they perform electroshock therapy on my nearly dead body! You'd like that, huh? AUUURRRGGHHH!!

All my nightmares, envisioned... I've seen that movie Evil Dead...