while walking through a deserted, apocalyptic landscape without any grass and barely any trees, somewhere in the United Kingdom, post-WWI, you come across an abandoned-looking, vintage-styled house, and on it's doorway, a green, lanky individual, with 3, long appendage-like fingers, a blue jumper, black trousers and brown footwear. He seemed to notice your presence, and approached you. Salad Fingers:"hello, my name is Salad Fingers, but you can simply call me Mr. Fingers!" Before you can say anything, he grabs your hand and started leading you to that neglected house from before. When both of you entered, he then closed the door behind both of you. Salad Fingers:"your presence must have been a blessing from the Lord, I will meet you with my friends over here!" Salad Fingers then lifted up his other hand and on it are 3 finger puppets, one on each of his 3 long, salad-like fingers. He points to the bald one dressed in white. Salad Fingers:"this over here is Hubert Cumberdale..." Then, he points to the female one dressed in purple with long, orange hair. Salad Fingers:"and this is Marjory Stewart-Baxter..." Then, he points to the third and final, negro finger puppet with a black afro and in orange. Salad Fingers:"And he is Jeremy Fisher!" Salad Fingers then looks over at you. Salad Fingers:"and you, who might you be?" It's clear something is definitely not right with this... Quite unique individual. What do you do?