[Screen shows dead trees and growing nettles. Salad Fingers is seen standing near them.]
Salad Fingers: H-hello, hello. Today, I-I've been enjoying the pleasures (Makes creepy smacking noises with his tongue) o-of nettles.
[Salad Fingers is holding a nettle and stroking it. His fingers are covered in red blisters.]
[He walks up to an old pram/baby stroller.]
Salad Fingers: Oh! Wh-wha-what's this rather queer looking contraption? (He walks closer to it and touches the handle.) Y-y-you can be called a... nettle carrier.
[Salad Fingers pulls down the blanket sheet inside the pram, and places the nettle he's holding into it, covering it like an infant.]
Salad Fingers: There you go!
[Salad Fingers walks away with the pram. Suddenly, an angry armless man named Harry with a BBQ apron walks up to where the pram was, watching Salad Fingers walk away with it. He growls and hollers in anger, and swiftly follows after him.]
[Screen cuts to the outside of Salad Fingers house. Harry yells in anger, as he runs up to it. Salad Fingers is seen in a corner with a nettle, and he is shirtless. The angry guy watches him through a window in confusion.]
[Salad Fingers rubs the nettle over his nipple, making it rashy and irritated. He loudly, pleasurably moans. A drop of milk then squirts out from his nipple.]
Salad Fingers: Uh, oh. It seems nettles have made the milk drop out from inside my teat. Heh.
[Harry, angrily watching, he shouts and growls as he shakes his head, running towards Salad Fingers' door and bashing his head against it repeatedly. The muffled sound of the banging can be heard in the next shot.]
Salad Fingers: The nettles make me think happy times.
[Screen cuts to a flashback of Salad Fingers and Hubert Cumberdale at some sort of salon, getting their 'hair' dried in a salon hair dryer. Scene cuts back to Salad Fingers.]
Salad Fingers: Oh, bubble trumps!
[The screen cuts back to Harry, still banging on the door with his head. He collapses, his head covered in blood. Salad Fingers opens the door off-screen.]
Salad Fingers: Oh, hello! Y-you've picked a rather late hour to be visiting me. Have you got a name? (Not noticing that his name tag says 'Harry') I-I-I think your called, Milford Cubicle. Uh, w-why don't you come in? Y-you can have a sit down, and rest those weary legs. (He grabs Harry, or "Milford Cubicle" by the leg and drags him into the house) I-I'll give you a little hand if you’re feeling rather fatigued, M-Milford Cubicle.
[Screen cuts to a hook inside his house. He places "Milford" onto it.]
Salad Fingers: I-is that comfortable?
[Milford just hangs there silently, with his head drooping. Salad Fingers out of no where starts to play a catchy tune on a flute. After a while, he stops, watching Milford.]
Salad Fingers: I say, huh, w-would you like a warm glass of milk, Milford Cubicle?
[END]
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