The impatient Genie glared. "Gimme a minute," said Roger, who was genre savvy enough to know that wishes often backfired.
Irresistible to women? He'd seen that go wrong in the stories.
Eternal life? He'd be alive when the sun burned out. And beyond.
Unbelievable wealth? Tempting, but even Roger knew that money doesn't buy happiness.
"Aha! I wish… to be always happy!"
"Easy enough" said the Genie, and he conked Roger on the melon with his bottle.
Roger now sits drooling in his chair at the Shady Acres rest home, blissfully unaware that he's got two more wishes coming.
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