Chuck Norris calls me: “Kent I’m year 4 into my roundhouse kick challenge; I have to stand for five years in place, hopping nonstop off my left leg while doing roundhouse kicks with my right. But I need you man, I’m starting to fade.” I race over to him. Indeed, he has begun to fade: his kicks are no longer at head level; they’re now at throat level. Open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. I see Chuck’s beard grow another inch, steel flash through his eyes, and his kick raise to its proper height. “Thanks Kent,” he says. He plucks a hair from his beard and tosses it toward me. I catch it and it transforms into a sword that would make Glamdring look like a toothpick.