QUOTE : Now what?” John asked. He’d put up his gun. I still hadn’t. I felt better with it out for some reason. “Now I go make my third animation appointment of the evening.” “Just like that?” I looked up at him, ready to be angry at somebody. “What do you want me to do, John? Fall into a screaming fit? That wouldn’t bring back the dead, and it would annoy the hell out of me.” He sighed. “If you only matched your packaging.” I put my gun back in the shoulder holster, smiled at him, and said, “Fuck you.” Yeah, those are the words.