INT. A DUSTY ATTIC – NIGHT
A LAWYER in a suit wipes off an ancient lamp as a GENIE
emerges in a cloud of smoke, dressed in traditional genie garb but looking
slightly weary.
GENIE: (booming voice) Behold! I am the great and powerful
Genie of the Lamp! You have awakened me, mortal, and I shall grant you three
wishes!
LAWYER: (pulling out a notepad and pen) Three wishes, you
say? Excellent. But before we proceed, I just have a few clarifying questions.
GENIE: Uh… sure. But let’s not overcomplicate this. Just say
what you want, and poof – done.
LAWYER: (scribbling notes) Mmm, tempting. But I’ve seen too
many “wish gone wrong” situations in popular culture. Can’t risk it. Now, let’s
discuss the terms. (flips open a briefcase, pulls out a contract template)
GENIE: (groaning) Oh no. Not one of these.
LAWYER: (ignoring him) Right. First question: What exactly
constitutes a “wish”? Is it a verbal statement of desire, or do I need to
phrase it in a specific way?
GENIE: (scratching his head) Uh, I dunno. You just say it,
and I grant it.
LAWYER: (narrowing eyes) Hmm. Ambiguous. Let’s define “wish”
for the record. (starts typing on a laptop) “Wish (noun): A verbalised request
for a specific outcome, stated in clear and unambiguous terms, as recognised by
the Genie…”
GENIE: (interrupting) Look, mate, I’ve been doing this for
centuries, and no one’s needed a contract. Can we just get to the magic part?
LAWYER: (pointing a pen at the Genie) And that’s precisely
why you need one. What if I ask for a million pounds, and you deliver it in
counterfeit bills? Or I wish for a dream house, and it’s haunted? No loopholes,
Genie. Not on my watch.
The Lawyer lays out a growing pile of papers on the
table, complete with flowcharts and a checklist. The Genie looks increasingly
exasperated.
LAWYER: (writing) Clause 1: No malicious compliance. Clause
2: Wishes cannot harm the wisher physically, emotionally, or financially.
Clause 3: No ironic twists. I don’t want to wish for “eternal life” and end up
as a tree.
GENIE: You humans are so distrusting. I’m not here to trick
you!
LAWYER: (without looking up) Statistically, 87% of
genie-related anecdotes suggest otherwise.
GENIE: Stupid Reddit threads… Look, if it helps, I’m not
that kind of genie. I’m not here to monkey-paw your wishes. I’m more of a “give
you what you want, no questions asked” type.
LAWYER: (smirking) No questions asked? Perfect. Addendum C:
If the Genie delivers a wish that violates any clause of the contract, the
wisher is entitled to reparations, monetary or otherwise, at the discretion of
–
GENIE: (snapping) OKAY! That’s it. Just make a wish! Any
wish! I’ll do it! I promise not to twist it!
LAWYER: (holding up the contract) Not until you sign.
The Genie sighs and reluctantly signs the contract. The
Lawyer smiles triumphantly.
LAWYER: Excellent. Now, for my first wish: I want one
trillion pounds deposited into my bank account.
GENIE: (snapping his fingers) Done!
An alert appears on the Lawyer’s phone saying: “You have
received £1,000,000,000,000.00 from A. Genie
GENIE: (crossing arms) Told you I’m legit. Can we move on
now?
LAWYER: Not so fast. (points to the contract) Sub-clause 2.3
requires documentation on the money’s source. I don’t want MI6 knocking on my
door because it was “borrowed” from the Bank of England.
GENIE: (snapping fingers again) Fine! Here’s a receipt!
A golden scroll appears in midair. The Lawyer grabs it
and examines it closely.
LAWYER: Hmm. “Source: Magical Treasury”. Acceptable. For my
second wish, I want to be the cleverest person in the world.
GENIE: (nodding) Easy. (snaps fingers) Done.
LAWYER: (pauses, then narrows his eyes) Wait. Did you just
shrink everyone else’s IQ to make me look better?
GENIE: Oh, for crying out loud! You’re still you, but now
you know the cure for cancer, the secret to world peace, and how to win at
Monopoly every time. Happy?
LAWYER: (grinning) Very. But if I find out this intelligence
is temporary or conditional –
GENIE: (cutting him off) It’s permanent! Next wish!
LAWYER: For my third wish…
He pauses dramatically, flipping through the contract.
GENIE: (groaning) Just say it!
LAWYER: (grinning) I wish for infinite wishes.
GENIE: (laughing) Ah, the classic rookie move! You can’t
wish for more wishes.
LAWYER: (smirking) Actually, according to Section 5,
Subsection A of this contract, there’s no explicit prohibition on that. Unless,
of course, you’d like to renegotiate the terms?
GENIE: (grabbing the contract and flipping through it) You…
sneaky little – Fine! You win. Infinite wishes. Happy now?
LAWYER: (grinning) Ecstatic. But let’s amend the contract
for clarity. I’ll need –
The genie snaps his fingers.
GENIE: (slowly disappearing back into the lamp) Nope. You
can wish as much as you like, but I’m out. This has all now been a day-dream! Have
fun with your infinite wishes. Byeeeeee!
The Lawyer stares at the lamp, stunned. He looks at his phone
alert, which changes before his eyes to read: “You have received £0.00 from A.
Genie.”
LAWYER: (to himself)
Well, guess I’ll start drafting my terms for an appeal.
He walks off, with a stack of contracts in hand.