Wayne searched his memory. “People kind of joke about it sometimes, but in that way where you can’t tell how serious they’re being. Like in my division they’re always saying ‘Careful, you don’t want to end up like Billy Blathers’ and I asked someone once what happened to Blathers and he looked me right in the eye and said they tore him up into little pieces and fed him to a hippogriff. So, that’s not true…” Wayne said, his voice faltering a little, as he suddenly started picturing that grisly scenario as a possibility, after all.
But then something else occurred to him and he groaned. “And now that I hear myself say it, I’m pretty sure they made ‘Billy Blathers’ up. So now I really don’t know what to think. Except that I don’t want to be the new ‘Billy Blathers.’” He twirled his spoon as he thought back through his options. “I could… Try to give him fake information? When he starts after me again for the ‘new developments’ I promised…”