My nose is immediately assaulted by the stench of booze and piss. I can feel my own fabricated body covered in grime and ragged, unwashed clothes. As unpleasant as this contractor is, a contract is still a contract. The person before me is still drunk from the night before.
"3 wishes, nothing more"
I utter through clenched teeth, let's goad this contractor to wish for a bath at the very least. The contractor looks up at me with glazed eyes.
"Wha- The hell am I doing in front of me? 3 wishes? Shit man, I wish I had more beer"
A cold pint of beer pops into existence into the hobos hand, surprising him and sobering him up. He looks up to you wide eyed and stammers, "w-w-wait hold on, for real? Like honest to goodness a real Genie?"
"Very real", I reply.
The hobo glances at me and closes his eyes and thinks for quite awhile, he may even have been passed out for all I could tell. The silence is broken with his 2nd wish.
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