The office this brilliant Webday morning was punctuated by a strange sort of ruffling sound.

The office Shredder looked left and right. To their left, a gnome, muttering something about skitters as they mopped up the floor. To the right, a... large blue thing draped over the desk. This large blue thing had been occupying their property for quite a while now, and the Shredder had tried all sorts of methods to pester, cajole, and otherwise harass the Blue Thing until it left, but no such luck.

However, today there would be none of this. The Shredder was out on a mission.

It was on a diet.

Hellma would wonder a few days later why the Acceptance Bin seemed extra-ordinarily overweight.