"Well Oh you've really done it now, dum-dum" Looking around, Tommy sees the genie hovering behind his shoulder
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I said I'd check up on you, and now I'm glad I did" He reappeared by what-was-Tommy's-mom, dressed as Colonel Saunders "are you a breast or a leg man?"
"What's wrong with you?!"
"hey: 500 years doing this shtick, you take what fun you can."
"Look, turn her back, or so help me I'll..."
"What, go ape? blow your top? fly off the handle?"
"Look, what's with the metaphors?"
"Look, as I said; the wish will only work part time... and that's what I did. Well that, and maybe make metaphors a more frequent part of your speech; again, get fun when I can... ska-boosh" With that, he dissappeared in his familiar cloud of smoke. Leaving Tommy with a chicken for a mother. He was trying to figure out what to do when:
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