It was a crisp morning in late August when Henry Interesting woke up to the usual dank smell of his bedroom (dank?). It smelled like something was decomposing inside, though Henry had never quite figured out what it was. Every day, he woke up and sniffed every single object in his room and try to identify which one was spoiled and rotting. He never found the correct object, however (he never bothered to sniff himself... dank?) Anywho.