“At the end of Whiskey Sour I killed the cyborg from the future, ensuring that there would be no nuclear war against the machines.”

“That was end of The Terminator,” Jack said.

“Was not.”

Jack folded her arms. “Yes it was.”

“Okay. At the end of Whiskey Sour I blow up the Death Star.”

“Try again.”

“I throw my prescious into the lava pool at Mount Doom.”

“Lord of the Rings.”

“I shoot Liberty Valance.”

“That’s The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.”

“I sink the putt that wins the caddy tournament.”

“Caddyshack. You aren’t even trying.”

“We all go to jail for being jerks?”

“The series finale of Seinfeld.”

“That’s all I got. Unless—”

“Be still my beating heart.”

“—it turns out Bugs Bunny was drawing the cartoon all along.”

“Duck Amuck.”

“That’s my favorite Loony Tunes. It was even cooler than that time I killed the Gingerbread Man at the end of Whiskey Sour.”

Jack frowned. “Why don’t I ever kill the bad guys?”

“You did, in one of them,” I said. “Didn’t you?”

Her face scrunched up in thought. “Which one?” she asked.

“The one named after the drink.”

“Doesn’t sound familiar.”

“With the drink on the cover. Two word title.”

“I don’t remember that one.”

“Which was the one where we turned out to be brother and sister?” I asked.

“None of them.”

“Was there one where we ever…” I gave Jack a bit of bump and grind.

“No! Hell, no! Hell fuck no!”

“I think the books need more sex. Did you know J.A. Konrath also writes a science fiction series under the name Joe Kimball? The first book, Timecaster, has plenty of sex in it. And I’m in it, too.”

“Are not,” Jack said.

“Am too.”

“Prove it. Or better yet, go jump out of the window.”

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