Every week at work there’s a secret meeting in the basement.  My coworkers don’t think I know about it but I do.  This time I follow them downstairs, passing through a series of dank, gridded metal gates.  They file into a room and I crack the door open and peer in.  They’re circled up, chanting in ancient Sumerian.  Energy is flowing from their nuts to a wrinkled little demon in the middle of their unholy gathering.  It’s saying, “IN RETURN FOR YOUR NUTS I GIVE YOU CASUAL BUSINESS-WEAR, SUVS, NEW SEASONS OF HOMELAND, FURTIVE MASTURBATION SESSIONS WHEN YOUR SPOUSES AREN’T—WAIT, WHAT’S THAT?”  The demon turns and points at me.  They all look.  I start running, terrified that they’ll sacrifice my nuts to that hellspawn bastard.  Robed figures are gaining on me, and in a last-ditch effort, I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  A legion of all my childhood favorites—Elves, Jedi, Ninjas, Batman and his various bat-agents, mecha from Robotech—surge past me and begin dispatching my suburb-shackled pursuers.  I’m high-fiving them as they rush into battle, my smile as wide as a cloudless summer horizon.

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