"Try another one!"
"Okay, um," John hesitated, the pencil hovering over the paper. He wrote a sentence laboriously. "'I... have... ten... Snickers.'"
With a rush of air, a pile of candy bars materialized on the table beside them.
"This is so awesome! We need some money, too!" Barry bounced with excitement.
"Right. Um... 'Give... me... one... million-'" John muttered, scraping the words into the paper.
"Us! Give us a million bucks!"
"Oh, yeah." John spun the pencil around and rubbed away at the 'me.'
"No, make it two million... John?" Barry glanced around.
John was nowhere to be seen.