I was running out of places to search when I heard a rumor that the Big Cheese might be in Havana, Cuba. I immediately flew to Cuba and began to search under every grain of sand on the beach, collecting evidence in a huge black bag.
I was pleasantly surprised by an encounter with my cousin Natasha, also an alien on planet Earth. "Natasha, have you heard from the Big Cheese?" I asked, nonchalantly so as not to give away my anxiety. I think Natasha might have given me more information but her boyfriend, Boris, nudged her in the side. After that, they both smiled but remained silent. "Boris knows where the Big Cheese is," I thought and made a mental note to teleport him to my lab for questioning later in the day.
