Naw, Rap ain't dead. He just staggered out o' the Mudcat Tavern where he was alternatin' identites between Puss'n Boots and the Highway Man.

Showed hisself so bad the landlord's black-eyed daughter slammed the shutter in his face so fast and hard that big gaudy plume he had in his hat got caught in it, and broke right in two, it did.   Not even his horse wanted to be associated with him after that. Ol' Rap stormed out of there on foot, his face blood red with rage and shame. He shoulda headed fer home then, but instead he headed up to the Legion Hovel where they was smokin' some of that salmon. He said he didn't inhale, but that is the only sensible explanation fer him tryin' to wax wise and mystic now.

Oh Lordy. Mom? MOMMMMM! Come quick, Shane's a'headed up to the Legion Hall to join his buddies. We gotta get Rap out of there now!