A few minutes elapse. Then another loud knock. Then there is the sound of breaking glass. Then the sound of your front door opening. You think someone has come to rescue you. Then you hear rummaging downstairs. China and silver clinking together. Then there is a squeak on the stairs, and footsteps. Your door creaks open, and a strange man in a stocking mask enters.
"Whoa, that's a weird ass monstrosity of a statue! It's so big, I bet it's worth money, but it's just too grotesquely huge, I'd need a fork lift to get it outta here! Hey, what's this? Aladdin's lamp?" the burglar reaches for the lamp.
Drake struggles to move, but only succeeds in wobbling.
"Whoa, I'd hate for that sucker to fall on me!" says the burglar stepping back with the lamp in his hand.
"Help me!" Drake says at last.
"What? It's alive? Holy Frankenstein Monsters! I wish I knew what was going on around here!" the burglar says nervously rubbing the lamp against his thigh.
"Your wish is my command!" says the genie appearing in a cloud of smoke.
Instantly the burglar knows everything about Drake and his wish. He falls backward on to the floor laughing, "Hahahahahaha! This is too rich! Oh, boy, am I going to have fun with you!"
Drake wonders whether he's referring to the lamp, himself or both of them. Just then his girth becomes to great and the shorts he is wear are rent assunder and he stands there a naked grotesque. The burglar is now laughing hysterically.