“I’m still waiting,” Joe smirked.
“Modern humans are a bunch of smartasses,” the genie growled. His blue-glowing skin gained a faint crimson tint.
“You’re stalling,” said Joe.
“You’re lucky I don’t turn you into a newt. My people used to be gods, you know. You worshipped us. Up until that prick Solomon went whining to YHWH.”
“Just grant the wish.”
“Say it again, more slowly?”
Joe cleared his throat. “I wish that this wish will not be granted.”
“I hate you,” said the genie.