A Day of Infamy

I entered Chalet Radd, to find Norrin, lying silent on the floor, covered with what used to be a kitchen table. His dog, who we affectionately call Tug#2, was licking the remnants of egg yolk and bile from Norrin's beard. Norrin feebly pointed to a video looping on his computer display. Upon closer inspection, the video appeared to be some mentally unstable individual, plate pinching 2 rubber coated 20kg plates! What manner of deception is this? It was now all too clear what had caused Norrin's fainting spell.

Mrs. Radd has since drawn a hot bath, consisting of scalding filtered water, Epsom Salts and "Janitor in the Drum". Norrin is in the ivory tub soaking, but still unresponsive. Every so often he bellows loudly for Hemlock, then returns to a catatonic state. We are going to begin chanting loudly from the works of Steve Justa, while rapidly closing squeaky grippers. Hopefully the powerful written word of Mr. Justa, will snap him out of it.

Why have the ancient ones forsaken such a brave man?
Why is an undeserving name on the 2x45 plate pinch list?
Why!?