The camera pans across PeanutNutella's livingroom, where she's curled up in a blanket on the couch. Sweaty and shaking we see that she is asleep

A knock at the door startles her from a from her fever dream. Slowly rising, she makes her way to the door. She glares at the stout grey-haired man in a uniform. His name tag reads "Carl", and his uniform identifies him as an employee of Arkham Exterminators.

Carl: "Afternoon ma'am. Mind if I come in?"

PeanutNutella, annoyed: "Uh, yeah. I said it was an emergency. That was four hours ago."

Carl, scratching his head: "Well, manager told me 'bout your problem. Job like this requires... preparations."

Carl enters, carrying a small, worn canvas tool bag. The bag seems heavier than it looks. Carl walks in with a limp, wiping his boots on the floor mat.

Carl, cheerfully gestures: "Lead the way."

PeanutNutella and Carl make their way to the kitchen. PeanutNutella wrinkles her nose and points at the freezer. Carl places his hand on the handle, pausing for a moment. Slowly he opens the door, peering inside.

Carl: "Hmm. Yep, whatcha got there is a Shoggoth. Nasty critters. Eat a man whole, they say. This one's just a baby though; dangerous all the same. Yeah, it's a good thing you called when you did. These buggers grow real quick."

PeanutNutella: "Yeah, no kidding. I scraped that thing out of there last night, disinfected the whole thing, and turned the freezer dial all the way up. When I opened the door this morning it was back and bigger than yesterday. God the smell, close the damn door!"

Carl closes the door and slowly looks over his shoulder at PeanutNutella.

Carl: "You did what?"

PeanutNutella: "What!?"

Carl, sighs: "Shoggoths ain't like normal critters; they like the cold. Makes'em all... I don't know, squiggly-like."

PeanutNutella: "Squiggly wha- look, can you just get rid of it? Please?"

Carl slowly shuffles into the dining room and takes a seat, carefully setting his work bag on the table. He looks off into the kitchen with a thousand-mile stare.

Carl: "Back in the old country, they'd make a kind of slurry out a swamp water, oleander, and a whole bunch of obsidian chips. They'd force-feed that to a fresh suckling pig. By the time the piglet really got to squealin', they give it a blessing and put it in a cage with a captured wolf they'd been starving. Being a wolf, he'd gobble that piggy up right quick. After about an hour, that wolf will be howling like the devil himself was clawing his way out. Round about that time, they feed the poor wretch to the Shoggoth. It'd dry up and blow away with the wind like a pile of leaves."

PeanutNutella, unblinking: "but, I... I don't..."

Carl, smiling: "Don't worry Missy. The art and science of exterminatin's come a long ways since those days."

PeanutNutella: "OK, that's good."

Carl: "Yep, these days we just use Lotrimin. You know, like for the foot fungus."