“Now, look here, rat. This here’s a rat writ, writ for a rat, ordering you to cease eating Chin-Lee’s corn, and this is lawful service of same.” *BLAM*
But I've suffered through the next morning scene more than should be allowed for a natural man.
So you wake up in a saggy bed with a cat on your chest, with a small child waving money in your face to go chase a man into Oklahoma territory....
I'd roll over and go back to sleep and re-arrange the cat. Or teach it flying lessons.
/johnny