"Says the man who can't even remember if he was the one who wrote a story about some dead kid."

Archer takes the gum and moves to the sink.  Thankfully the water wasn't disconnected yet, he'd have to remember to pay that bill sooner rather than later.  He takes the entire pack and runs it under the water all at once until the gum is nice and soft.  Then he squishes it all into a ball, and takes a few wires out of the back of his fridge.  He starts electrocuting the mess of weird goo a couple of times, though that's probably not exactly a safe thing to do with a soaking wet object you're holding in your bare hands.  And all the while he keeps talking.

"You know, I think it's because I live in this shit hole that I relaxed around you so fast.  When I saw the door open I was expecting some blood soaked maniac with an ax to be waiting for me. So when I didn't see that I was immediately relieved, then I switched gears.  Was it too premature, Mr. William?  Are you actually here to kill me?"

By now the gum has developed into some strange black tar.  The rest can't be seen as Jack ducks behind the fridge and starts messing around with the innards of the beast.