The Garbage Dump of Waterfall was quiet, save for the soft squelch of soggy wrappers and the clatter of metal as Tenna rummaged through a half-collapsed heap of rusted appliances. His crooked antennas twitched as he pulled out a broken toaster, inspected it, then sighed with exaggerated flair.

"Now that’s what I call—junk in HD!" he declared to no one in particular, before tossing it over his shoulder. His voice crackled with glitchy reverb as he continued.

"Up next... absolutely nothing! Stay tuned, folks!" A burst of canned laughter erupted from his speaker, echoing into the empty dark. No one laughed back.