A wise man (Boy George) once said “Time is like a clock in my heart”. The Chrono-Shredder really takes time to heart. I don’t know what that last sentence means either, but this is a combination of a clock and a shredder. As time passes you become painfully more aware of it’s passage because you’ll have more and more shredded paper on your floor as the clock slowly unspools it’s date paper and shreds it into a pile. Unless you clean it up of course. Well as they say, in time it could have been so much more, the time is precious I know, because time won’t give me time, won’t give me time.