“So those weren’t the best ideas.”
Outside, the mob of women who wanted to eat me up (literally)
began to brawl with the police who wanted to arrest me for having the entire
contents of Fort Knox
in my house. In front of me, the genie had a bemused expression on his face.
“But I got this. For my third wish, I want to live in the
Star Trek Universe.”
The genie raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” I nodded. He smiled
and clapped his hands.
Too late I realised I should have specified a planet rather
than, say, empty space.
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