WE OF THE PAINTED THUMBS DEMAND THAT YOU PAINT. YOUR. THUMB.
They were in the dark basement of some university. The men were yelling. The thumb of each man was painted. Each member had had the opportunity to choose the color they preferred.
They commanded the young fellow in the center of the room to pick a color. And paint his thumb.
In the dank basement, the young fellow wiggled his purple toe. The Painted Thumbs retched.
“Are you men insane?” the fellow asked of them.
WE ARE NOT THE ONES WHOSE SANITY IS IN QUESTION, HERE.
The young fellow scoffed. “Oh, come now. Painted thumbs, painted toes. What does it matter, really?”
The Painted Thumbs nearly vomited their dinners.
A letter and a ring box
To the Head of the Painted Toes,
You have obviously taken note of the disappearance of your Brother. We of the Painted Thumbs must claim responsibility for his abduction. Enclosed in the ring box is the left thumb of your vanished Brother. We have painted the thumb with its owner’s blood.
You will receive the remainder of your Brother’s body in the coming months.
Choose to paint your thumbs. We do not wish to paint them for you.
The Painted Thumbs