3 AM, IHOP.  My ears are battered by a trio of late-night, drunken clubgoers.  They’re sending every order back, verbally abusing the waitstaff, and engaging in blatant oxygen thievery (the act of being so stupid/offensive that the net effect of one’s existence is that of stealing O2 from the rest of us).  I open my eReader, open to Echo of course, and see a bright flash.  Suddenly the three imbeciles are transported.  Two go back in time to be porta-potty cleaners at Woodstock.  One of them is now a janitor at the world’s messiest sperm bank.  Justice, my friends.  Justice.

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