Eno Ergot was in a gay mood at his Eno’s Restaurant in Montreal until to his surprise he saw the Jiber appear. The Jiber, who we recently know as René Hecklevesque, had read a review of “Eno’s Restaurant” in Montreal’s leading newspaper “Le Devoir”. So the two would meet to hatch their plans to conquer the universe. Jiber had always thought of Eno as a bumbling idiot and so very easy to manipulate. Eno was breathless with surprise as he had thought he would never see the Jiber again and he couldn’t have cared less.
Jiber shook hands, Earthling style, with Ergot and launched directly into the business at hand, “My friend Eno, sometime ago we concluded an informal pact to join forces here on Earth and establish a conquering army. If you join me there will be fame and glory and most of all power! What do you say?”
Jiber was careful not to reveal his master plan. He had never intended to include Eno in any real power sharing, just to use him and cast him off when his power was strong enough.
To Jiber’s surprise Eno replied in a surly and defiant tone chastising Jiber, “To be truthful I never liked your scheming kind. You always lacked any sense of compassion. When I made that pact with you many moons ago I was a foolish and spoilt brat who delighted in terrorizing innocent beings. I’ve changed over the years I have spent on Earth. My travels have convinced me humans are basically warm and caring creatures despite their many self-inflicted hurtful episodes. They have been exploited enough without the likes of you to further curse them. Come to think of Zorollia there the only emotions approved by the ruling caste are hate and distrust. Fortunately your neighbours, the Zortixians, cast aside these base emotions. All you want to do is conquer and terrorize people. I hope one day whatever supporters you have will come knocking on your door with a noose in their hands. I want no part of your foul plan to use Earthlings as the base of your conquering army and if they find out what you are up to I will help them hunt you down. Good riddance scum. Why don’t you do me a big favour and Zumzat (Zortixian for fuck off).”
Jiber stormed off. What a fool he had been thinking he could receive any meaningful assistance from this idiot. It was clear to him now that he would have to fight this battle alone. He would have to be even more devious than before. He had overplayed the hijack issue, known as the Toronto Insult, and needed some new material quickly. His provocateurs in the United Sates advised him soon it would be time for the big push. They were busily circulating rumours of a Communist takeover of Quebec spearheaded by René Hecklevesque supported by Cuba’s Fidel Castro. These Communists were hellbent on destroying American property and halt all shipments of raw materials to the United Sates. The Vietnam War was so intangible but here was something the American masses could sink their teeth into. Something real close and not in the faraway jungles of Vietnam. If he, could stir enough trouble perhaps the US marines would strike in Quebec and he could finalize that deal he made with that very prominent American politician. But he must not appear too communistic as that would frighten off too many of his supporters. Better get to work on some anti-American speeches.