Rubbed the Wrong Way
Your wish is not my problem.
“So a genie pops out of a lamp— a lava lamp, which was a weird thing for you to rub in the first place— and you automatically assume I’m going to grant you wishes? Wow.”
“But… aren’t you trapped? I’ll wish for your freedom with my last wish, I promise!”
“No, dude! I’m already free, I’m just an introvert. And have you checked rent prices lately? A pocket dimension in a lamp is seriously best case scenario.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Yeah.”
“Well… since you’re here already, wanna play Mario Kart and have some pizza?”
“I guess, scoot over.”
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