“You know what, I could use some money. Genie, make me the richest man alive.”
“Of course, another master who wants to be rich,” she said while slapping her forehead, “Whatever, your wish is my command.” She sighed as she shook her hips and snapped her fingers. Nothing happened.
“You have to say ‘I wish’ before your wish or it won’t work.”
“Oh, okay, I wish to be the wealthiest man alive.”
She once again shook her hips, this time with blue smoke emanating from her body, and with a powerful snap, she disappeared, only to reappear 5 seconds later in a quick poof of smoke.
“That’s it? Just a smoke show?”
“You asked me to be the wealthiest man alive.”
“So no mansion, no pool, no hot girlfriend?”
“You asked to be rich, not to live like you are rich.”
“So what does that entail?”
“How about 27 Billion dollars in an offshore bank account?” She asked, handing you paperwork and a debit card.
“Oh my god!” You said, “Thank you so much!”
“No master has ever thanked me,” she thought, “Thank you.”
“I guess your welcome,” you said unsurely.
“You want more wishes? Come on!” She said with a joyful smile on her face.
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