Slowly, the door creaked open. Cibo could feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck. He walked toward the open flame that lit up the fire place. The rug crackled underneath his feet ominously. Cibo laughed, "Who is there?"

Killy screamed, "It is me!" And her scream rang on and on into the fireplace. As her tail flew through the crack of the door, her humongous ears flowed into the room, merging into the rustling carpet. Cibo glared with wrath from underneath his antennas.

"Killy, your tail is showing," said he.

"My apologies, my dear grasshopper, but I am not to be distracted from the real issue at hand here. Where have you hidden the President?"

Cibo's ears twisted with shock, "My dear Killy, I have not seen the president in 30 years, however, the question should be, where is his wife?"

"She is in Morocco, as you well know. The mermaids have been taking quite good care of her. Anyways, let's not beat around the bush here. The question I should be asking you is, where are the President's high heels?"

Cibo laughed whole heartedly and patted his humongous stomach, "Ahahaha, my young fellow, yes, about the president's high heels, they should be quite far from his wife, you know, in Russia."

"I see that you have clearly joined the Death Eaters. Well, I must report back to my company. Our stocks are going down after all. Remember, kids, no insider trading!"

"Going so soon? And where exactly did you find out about my relationship with the Death Eaters? My lord Voldemort keeps his information well guarded."

"My dear, I must fly. I have no more time for this nonsense! My sources are obviously the lice that live in your atrocious afro. Farewell, young Jedi!" And with that, Killy pranced into her pumpkin pie and whirled into a cloud of rainbow sparkles. Cibo looked sadly into the fireplace, scratching his afro, the fire dancing in his eyes, "Yes, yes, farewell, young Jedi."

Cibo resolved to reward the lice for spreading the false info well. "Good job, my kawaii BFFs!"