Well, under the sink probably gets a helping hand from a once-in-a-blue-moon cleaning lady; Scully is only human, and long past the point where pride makes her do it all herself. But she runs a tight ship now as always.

She laughs at the horrific mental image, prying the last bit of cardboard loose. Throwing it seems like an awful idea, so she leans over and gives it a light toss into the bag.

"Come closer for this one."

She's got a slightly-misshapen, small whole chicken for the pile.