Side Lore: Recycle? Recycle my 'Trash!'  

 
'Trashcan' Harry at one time, really
 loved his life of waste. People,  he
 felt  were always  so kind and  
more than generous to fill his 'space.'
Nowadays though, things are quite
scarce and an  abundance of food  is
 no longer the case. As folks' mindsets  around him had rapidly changed and
they were lost  in another place.

"Now this here is an outrage! who's responsible for new,  and bizzarre behavior!?" Trashcan exclaimed aloud. Somehow he knew he was smelling
more than the funk that reeked from
within his bowel, and it 'spoke' to him
 that something was surely afoul. He
 was determined to learn the source
of his suddenly  'famished'  condition.
So whomever was responsible would
 have to answer to him for all those
days of the trash he's been sadly
 missing. As Harry wobbled down the hallway of the sixth floor in a building bustling with humans doing  business everywhere, he overheard a guy leaning over in his chair. " Albert! Al-Bert?/"
 "Now where did I tell you to put plastics again?"  "Uhm, over by the water
fountain in the blue ben?" replied a
seemingly shy Albert. Harry was immediated saddened appalled at what
he just heard but unfortunately he was even sure why, because he didn't understand a single word.

"Ok, ok..I see THERE is indeed
something amiss in the air, and as
 the great 'CAN' n the valley is my
witness, I will find out what is going on, with my very last piece of trash on this
I swear!"  Then he wobbled throughout
 the large office building, recollecting
trash that was put inside those big ugly 'blue things'  that seemed to
be located everywhere. Problem is as quickly as he filled up on what 'others' called GARBAGE, he was just as quickly being emptied out over,  and over again by some crazed looking guy with green and red spiked hair, and Harry had to figure out fast how he'd handle this nuisance before he was emptied hungry and bare...