"Oh dear", the genie remarks.
You look up in confusion as an anthropomorphic anteater appears at your attic. The hare genie, on the other hand, grabs his cigar and starts puffing away quite nervously.
"Allow me to introduce myself: Myrmecophaga, Guardian of all genies' ancient and therefore preposterously respectable awkward traditions."
"I am not worthy!" you exclaim, not exactly knowing why, but hey, this story already was silly enough beforehand.
"Exactly", the anteater answers. "I came only to punish this hare here. Frankly, you are quite irrelevant to my appearance."
While you are still pondering what you could possibly answer to this remarkable creature, the hare genie has obviously regained his composure.
"Oh great Guardian of traditions, please be kind to me. I mean, isn't it so unfair that we genies have to fulfil so many wishes, yet never can get our own?"
"Class struggle rhetoric! How dare you question our competence in ruling the great unified theory of silly sex scenes? Besides, you have influenced all the minors reading this story to smoke magical cigars. I hereby sentence you to twenty pimples on your ass!"
"Ouch!" the hare exclaims as red dots start appearing at the appropriate location. Meanwhile, you ask yourself whether you should, indeed, call the FDA or just stay in bed until you wake up.
Then suddently…