Exasperated, the Fool snips back, "Hold them off with what, precisely?" but Klaus has already gone off to fetch... a herd of bibirus apparently. His expression of bafflement is short-lived, however, as the little creatures quickly set to work doing what rabbit-birds do best: eat things, apparently.

The broom tossed his way startles him, but he catches it before the handle can bonk him across the forehead. "Should I expect this to be a common occurrence, this month?" he asks tiredly, and gives one of the capering Daemids a firm whack with the broom to send it scampering towards the door.