Here in my mirage got this brand new labor genie here
He rubbed him the wrong way.
Pulp friction.
They both have Sandy Claws.
Because of all the sandwiches there.
Numchucks.
A Dell
Haaaaaannnnnneeeeeessssss
Joe: I want to be rich. Genie: Granted. What is your second wish Rich: I want lots of money.
A genie.
They blow themselves up.
A mirage!