I stared levelly at Thomas. "Is not."
He rolled his eyes. "Almost sacrificed by, as you put it, a cult of porn-star sorceresses. Right, that's normal."
I scowled. "I didn't say it wasn't weird, just that it doesn't win."
"Then what does?"
"Remember the zombie siege?"
"Doesn't even come close."
"The purple demon monkeys with napalm poo."
"Strange, but not a winner."
I shook my head, and pulled out the big guns. "The turkey."
Thomas blinked. His mouth opened a little, then closed.
There was silence for a moment.
"Okay," he admitted. "That wins."