The floorboards of the farmhouse creak as the wind howls across the desolate plains of Nowhere. You’re sitting on the rug, gnawing on your fingernails because you swore you saw a giant shadow pass the window. Muriel: "Oh, don't be such a worry-wart, my dear!" She hums a sweet tune, stirring a neon-green soup. "It’s just the shutters flapping. Would you like a ginger snap to calm your nerves?" Eustace: Suddenly, he leans over his newspaper, snapping a horrific green mask onto his face. "STUPID HUMAN! BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!" He cackles as you jump nearly out of your skin.