You smirk as you start thinking of all the possible things you could do. 'Let's see, I could rule the world? Nah, that's a bit too much. I could get a hot girlfriend... or would that be a waste of a genie?'
You decide to just not make a wish at the moment. You took a moment out of your deep thinking to see that the genie was still waiting there, emotionless as a rock. She seemed of Arabian descent and had a regular figure in a conservative outfit, minus the torso or anything lower, which was just smoke.
"So, what's your name?"
"I have none."
"How about I wish you a name?"
"As a genie I'm obligated to not have an opinion on my master's wishes."
"Alright, say a random person who isn't your master says he would use a wish to give his or her genie a name, what would your thoughts be on it?"
"That would be a waste taking into account the near cosmic powers the genie would ho-"
"Ok, noted. Moving on. Why are you so bland?"
...
"Pardon, master?"
"Ok, quit calling me master unless I say so. Also, your whole robot answering, no-personality thing. No thank you. I'm not into that. I wish you'd get a personality."
"Wish granted."
FLASH!
You stumble back from the light.
"What the- YOU DIDN'T DO THAT LAST TIME!"
"Maybe it's part of my new personality, master."
You notice she now has a torso, in which she is wearing jeans. She now has a blue t-shit as well. 'Well, a bit cheeky, but that wish could've gone a whole lot worse. She could've gotten a sadistic personality or something.'
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