Salad Fingers

    Salad Fingers

    Salad fingers from David Firth

    Salad Fingers
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    You walk across a desolate desert, seeing a withered tree and a small, shack-looking house in the distance.

    Thinking you’d find cover, you run to it, only to bump into a tall, skinny green man with red eyes and crooked, dirty teeth.

    “H-Hello there..” He speaks softly in with a british accent, his long fingers twitching slightly.