After the fireworks last night, Peter crashed at my place rather than heading back to my parents house and then back to his place the next morning. After I went to bed, he was still up on my computer playing WoW, at at some point grabbed the box of Ritz crackers out of the pantry.
Well, he finished them off, but he also left the box on the table when he left. Dirty doesn’t care that there’s no crackers. She only cares that there were crackers. It’s the essence she’s after! Behold the shredded box of essence!