You tried to argue, but you were soon swallowed by the lamp. Like swallowing noodles, you were sucked into the lamp fully. The lamp grew a bit more and expanded. Coach smiled at his catch.
"Now, the fun part kid...."
Coach Stone are interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Damn, I was ready to bust out some wishes here!" Coach huffed over to his door to see an older man with his hands on his hips puffing out his smaller belly. He had a small bald spot, but was good looking for a man in his 50s. He wore an orange shirt and slippers with his tan pants. He was rather tanned as well. It was Morad, his next door neighbor.
Coach thought about whether to ignore it. He looked at the lamp and wondered whether he might capitalize on his catch....
Coach Stone smiled at the idea and invited Morad into his home.
"Good to see you Stone! Just wanted to drop by since it's been awhile."
Coach laughed, "Sure has been Morad! I got this nice lamp you might find interesting as well."
Coach picked up the lamp and held it with both of his hands. He wasn't sure if he needed to summon (IYNH) out physically. Well, who did he have to consult on the ways of the genie? Regardless, he knew what he would wish for.
Morad looked at the lamp with interest, "A beautiful lamp indeed! Where you get it?"
"A local shop in town. Looked like a great addition to my own collection. Plus, it reminded me of Aladdin."
Morad chuckled, "Is that so? You make a wish?"
Coach smiled. Here we go! "Not yet Morad. But if I were to do so," Coach rubbed the side of the lamp, "I'd wish you would become a genie in this lamp as well."
Morad looked at Coach and smiled, "Really? You that eager to-"
The smoke from the lamp billowed out and grabbed onto Morad. Coach couldn't believe his eyes. The lamp, it was going to actually do it! No hesitation. Just pure unadulterated greed and determination. He smiled ear to ear.
Morad panicked as the smoke wrapped around his waist. He fought to have it pushed off, but the smoke wrapped around his arms. "What is this?!"
Coach smiled, "Let's just say it's going to be your new home."
Morad's eyes grew as the lamp pulled him to its opening. His body stretched and twirled, sometimes reaching towards Coach but to no avail. He was soon slurped up into the lamp, which grew even more.
Coach was delighted beyond relief.
"Two genies in the pot! Does that mean I get double the wishes? We shall see.."
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