Big Bruce pulled the last roll of quarters from the chest pocket of his muumuu. In a sudden wheeze, he blew a cloud of dust up from the top of the re-wishing slot machine, and he wondered how long it had been since this machine was in use and if it actually still worked. In the condition he now found himself and his little brother, he was not about to hesitate trying. He only wondered, that because this was a slot machine, how many wishes would he get with the single roll of quarters he had left? He was about to find out.
Bruce ripped open the roll, and started to shove a few coins in the machine. Clink. Clink. Clink. He pulled the lever, and listened to the jingle of the bells as the reels spun. Then, plunk, plunk, plunk, they stopped. He had gotten a lemon symbol in each of the first two windows and a magic wand in the third. In the cash out tray at the bottom of the machine, was a card.
It read:
"You have been granted one Re-Wish. Wish carefully... You don't want a third lemon."
Bruce thought for a moment as he looked at how pathetic his little brother looked, sitting on the floor by himself in a puddle of his own waste and drool. He really wanted to resume his normal form, but out of fraternal pity, his conscience got the better of him.
"I re-wish that Andrew wasn't a retarded moron anymore."
And then, not a second after he finished his re-wish, the last lemon fell into place with a final plunk in the third window of the slot machine.