It shall return...
Once again, my dear boy, you have enthralled me. I wish I could see what makes your brain tick when you make these masterpieces. The only thing I felt was lacking was the eventual awakening of "Milford Cubicle" (if he was merely unconcious) to find himself in the house of his prey, hanging on a meat hook, awaiting whatever strange torture Salad Fingers had in store (whether intentional or not).