While he drove around Arlen in his van, Dale received a phone call from a young mother.
“Is this the exterminator?” she asked. “This is Gribble, Dale Gribble, speaking. And yes, I am the exterminator.” Dale replied. “My name is Emma Warren, and I need your help.” She added. Dale thought to himself that this is really good.
“What help do you need?” Dale asked. “I need you to kill all of the cockaroaches in my house.” she replied. “I will come.” Dale shrieked. “And by the way, my daughter and I live right next to the Hotel Arlen.” Mrs. Warren replied. Dale smiled and drove very fast to get to the location.
When he got close he parked his van, half a distance between the Hotel Arlen, and his customer’s house. He got out of the van, and equipped himself with his bug killing equipment. “I have the gas gun, the gas ammunition, and my favorite tool, my blue golf club.” Dale sneered. “And I have all that I need.” he added deviously.