Fudge rePacking

Today I was entrapped. Someone left a box of fudge in the studio. No names and no instructions in an arguably community area. I resisted eating the fudge for more than 2 hours; however, in the end...my inner fat kid won and I ate some of the fudge.

What happened next is the real problem. I decided to reshape the fudge in a way that would conceal my theft. I shaped it as close to its original shape as possible and placed it back in the box in the exact position in which I had found it. With this deception, I became more than just a thief.. I became a fudge repacker.