"It's not particularly important," Milou Snowy insists, with a sly smile.

Oh, ho! Poor Jacob. How would he be able to process that this teen and his dog have not only gone around the world on a great amount of death-defying adventures, but also may have helped a violent communist...fascist...whatever political leaning General Alcazar adhered to to get a hold of a South American country?

Feeling as though it would be dishonest to indicate otherwise, Tintin, with a stern face, decides to set the record straight. "Oh no, that wasn't how it happened at all. Our friend, Professor Calculus, who had built the first rocket to land on the moon, had invented some tablets that made men despise the taste of alcohol. A friend of mine, General Alcazar, was leading a faction opposing the corrupt so-called president of San Theodoros. But this corrupt leader would frequently drop crates of whiskey into the jungles where Alcazar's men were hiding and they'd become too inebriated to be of any use! So, I offered to lend Calculus' tablets on the condition that he was to carry out his assault and kill no one."