Two and a Half Wishes
What if the genie didn’t give you three wishes? What if you only rubbed half-hearted at the battered old lamp? Or the genie was rare-affronted by the use of spit and polish?
A loud bang, flamboyant wisps, you start at the sudden presence of an oversized man with great pecs, dressed in weird balloon pyjama bottoms. Your most unattractive gape pops out of your collection.