I don’t have to run faster than the lion, I just have to run faster than you… And without planning this part (I am sure…) Mark’s noble nature is playing right into Dirty’s hand (if you will pardon the gambling metaphor…)  As Mark tells Dirty to Run, he places himself in mortal danger of being Lonely Mr. Lion’s main course…  or Wait…  are my blurry eyes are making out a set of horns?… Not a lion but a stampeding herbivore?  Oh please.  That’s not nearly as exciting…

Of course lions don’t make a BRRRRMMUMBRUMBBLLE sound do they?  Is that two sets of horns and a cloud of dust?  O M G!!  it’s a STAMPEDE!