<strong>--The Desktop</strong><br/><br/>Jimmy had been swept up in the excitement, and was now part of the group at the prison, working containment; he did rather stand out compared to the space marines and the security guards, given his Western duds. He was also hardly able to stand still for as much as a moment, always dodging and diving to avoid stampedes. He unhooked his lassoo from his belt, and began using it to nice effect, hog-tying any prisoners that tried to get past him. He even began to whistle and sing parts of the 1958 Western song<em>Rawhide</em>as he worked. "Keep them doggies movin,<em>Rawhide.....</em>" he warbled as he neatly lassooed one of the crooks, who turned out to be female. "Scuse me, ma'am, may I take your coat?" he deadpanned as he tied her up, which got him a dirty look.