Close Keith, but not quite what you may
have in mind.
Imagine yourself pretty well hidden in some rocks, calling Mr Wiley. He does his part while you continually work the bolt trying to get the blamed thing to cock.

Then Wiley trots off, hikes a leg and talks to you.....

But then I may have my final destinations all crossed up -

If so, it would be deja vu all over again.
