by this time bikermouse was tossing them back and watching Miss Kitty sing by the piano, He starts to wonder if L.D. ever figured out what to do with the rope, but is distracted by all that frilly lace . . . suddenly This McCloud lookin' guy walks in limpin' hollerin' at the crowd tellin' them to stay down he'd handle it most of the folks was confused but what else was new . . . bikermouse sneaks out the back door. peering toward the crowd that was drawing bikermouse realizes that Little_Dragon still has not actually used the rope to tie CCf to the steak yet. rolling the tobackie into a paper and lighting with a safety match, he overhears "... se it as a fuse?" the night air was brisk and it WAS a dark and stormy night somewhere in the darkness, as Charles Shultz rolled over in his grave, bikermouse walked into the night. Meanwhile in a century not too far away CCf was safe and far from the dragons flames.