Spoons/Transcript

[Open to Salad Fingers standing outside his house.]

Salad Fingers: Hello. (Breathes heavily)

[Screen cuts to Salad Fingers holding and stroking a rusty spoon with his finger.]

Salad Fingers: I like rusty spoons. Heh. Ah. I like to touch them, n-heh.

[Screen cuts back to Salad Fingers face]

Salad Fingers: The feeling of rust against my salad fingers, is almost orgasmic. Heh! I must find the perfect spoon.

[Screen cuts to a small old house. Salad Fingers Walks up to it, and rings the doorbell. He then strokes the side of the doorbell, making him moan in pleasure. A yellow child with large eyes and green clothing walks out of the house.]

Salad Fingers: H-hello there, young child. I'm here to enquire about your spoons.

[The yellow child makes a ghostly screech noise.]

Salad Fingers: U-hah!

[Screen shows the inside of the house. Salad Fingers is seen walking and twitching towards the child's kitchen. Salad Fingers stops and breathes heavily again at the yellow child. He just stares at Salad Fingers, silently.]

Salad Fingers: Might I ask where you keep the spoons?

[The yellow child is silent for a few seconds, then makes the ghostly screech noise again.]

Salad Fingers: I see. Then I must leave. But first, I'd like to caress this rusty kettle.

[Salad Fingers is standing next to a tabletop with a rusty kettle sitting on top. Salad Fingers strokes the kettle, as he smiles to himself and moans again.]

[END]