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| Greetings young shallow East Beverly Hills socialite, I am known as The Wishmaster. I have assumed my true djinn form on the strength of captured souls from wishes, and I offer you the same! HAHAHAAA! | |
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| Normally I don't take offers from creepy goblin looking things pooped out of gems and throw away my soul on the first thing that pops to mind , but okay! I wish for massive wealth and prosperity! | |
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| VERY WELL. Oh, did you say wealth and fame? I thought you said wealth and FLAMES! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! | |
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| JESUS NO IT BU- wait a cock rotting minute, I said prosperity, not fame. It's a p-word not even remotely phonetically close! | |
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| I CALL THEM AS I SEE THEM. Now I will put you out with smart bombs filled with gold! GOLD! HAHAAHAHAHAAAA! | |
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