My 10 lb. terrier Bitefighter and I are being chased by a rabid pack of gray wolves.  These things are motha duckin’ MONSTERS!!!  They’re gaining on us and Bitefighter looks up at me with a heartbreaking gaze as if to say “This is it buddy.  I’m glad to have known and loved you.”  Something clicks in my head:  I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  The ghost of Han Solo appears (the greatest pimp of all time; I mean have you guys not seen Empire when Leia says, “I love you,” and he’s like, “I know.”  Holy Balls!)  He reaches down to touch Bitefighter’s forepaw with a magic-threaded Corellian finger.  Gives us that crooked Han Solo grin.  “Now you have the pimp hand, little fella.  Use it well.”  He disappears.  Bitefighter stops and turns, facing a rushing wave of teeth and snarls.  He backhands the whole pack with a tiny forepaw that blazes like the mother of all hypernovas, and sends them flying a hundred yards back in a crazy tangle of fur and legs.  Saved!

Salvation via Corellian pimp hand.  Everyone deserves it at least once.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle.