plunges right into the fridge.
The fridge rocks and shakes, as the the sound of it eating echoes fairly loudly.
The next morning Peter enters with a yawn, rubbing an eye as he staggers towards the fridge.
Opening it, he reaches inside, but instead of grabbing something with a lid, his hand ends up grasping a chunk of lime green ectoplasm.
His eyes go wide as he looks at the familiar green blob in the fridge that smiles up at him innocently before fleeing with Peter screams, "SLIMER!"