Mello finished his third candy bar of the hour. He pulled a fourth out of his pocket.
"Get me the president," he said to his underlings. They dialed as he munched on his chocolate bar. "Mr. President," Mello said.
"What do you want?" the president said.
"Yes, we are the group of people that have obtained the notebook. I once told you that if you didn't do what we say, I would start World War III. Now listen, I want you to do this-"
Mello stopped abruptly and grabbed his stomach. He groaned softly and let out a massive fart before getting up and running to the bathroom. The president waited patiently as one of Mello's underlings told him what had happened.
When Mello returned, he signaled for the phone to be hung up. When they were disconnected, he shouted out, "Who the hell put laxatives in my chocolate!?"
His helpers looked at each other.
"Come on, tell me which one."
Someone started to speak up when he grabbed his chest in pain. He collapsed on the floor. The others crowded around him.
"He's dead!" Someone shouted out.
"Kira," Mello said under his breath. Another bout of abdominable distress gripped Mello. He let loose a torrent of loosened air. He felt relieved until he noticed that air wasn't the only thing that came out.
Meanwhile, Light laughs his ass off.