Jed and Leo are walking on the portico. Leo tells him, "Casper's got something." They meet him outside, where Casper tells them, "Three hours ago, Sheriff's deputies in Johnson County, Iowa, surrounded a house when they were tipped off that several men in their twenties had been buying all the pseudoephedrine they could get their hands on. Three of the stores they went to were owned by the same man." Jed: "Allergy medicine?" Casper explains, "Allergy medicine with tractor starter fluid strained through a coffee filter is methamphetamine." Jed: "Tractor starter fluid doesn't kill you?" Casper: "No, it'll definitely kill you, but first you'll get pretty high." Leo says the deputies were shot at from the house, and that the address and names of the occupants match some names they've linked to the Patriot Brotherhood. Jed asks Casper, "We have reason to believe they're connected to KSU?" Casper says, "They're telling us they are. They're also telling us they have Mac-10s, MP-5s, and Car-15s." Jed: "Are there kids inside?" There are. Jed: "All right. Let's get the Director and the Attorney General. We only go in on my order, okay? It'll be my order." Casper leaves.
Jed and Leo start walking as Jed says, "You just knew it was going to end up like this." They enter the Oval Office where Funkmaster Funky Fitz (Triple F) is waiting for them. Jed: "Allergy medicine and tractor fluid, we're getting high on now." Unflappable, Triple F asks, "All right...you guys getting strippers or something?" Mos Def Con asks, "How do we do it?" Meaning Qumar, not get strippers. Triple F: "Basically, Langley manufactures documents, photographs, audio messages, even a body double if necessary." Master Killa J wants to know: "Is this going to get ridiculous?" The Funkmaster: "Absolutely." Master Killa J shoots Mack Daddy a look. Triple F: "We make sure agents in Iraq, Syria, and Iran get a whiff of the story, and word inside and outside of the palace spreads." Master Killa J asks, "We'll see it on Al-Jazeera?" Triple F: "If we do our jobs." Master Killa J: "No disinformation to U.S. press, right? We don't give disinformation to American press?" No, they'll just get the whole unvarnished truth. He adds, "Unless it's about my medical history?" Triple F says, "Yes, sir." Master Killa J gives him the go-ahead. The Funkmaster leaves. Master Killa J stares ahead of himself and says, "All this posturing is a preamble to something." Leo asks, gesturing with his head toward his office, "You ready to say hello?" Jed: "Why not?"