And the Walrus-Man had done it. Again. 

The viper slithered out from his spot near the guards, having been ready to strike for the leg of the guy while miss kitty had been distracting him so well. It took a few moments for him to shut his well extended out mouth, and he grimaced as the jaws locked into place. Sliding away from the scene, he reared up. Though it was hard to read on the scaly lack of expression that most snakes had, Caufman was watching this farce with appropriate complete and utter disbelief.

[i]Does he want to be thrown back in the slammer or what?[/i] He had to wonder.