After some time, waiting in your lamp bored out of your mind, you feel it shake a bit as its picked up by something...or rather, someone. You hear a voice, male for sure...and possibly high?
"Woooah, duuude!" you hear him say from outside the lamp. "This must be one of those magic lamps. See mom, I'm not crazy."
Okay, personal problems aside, this sounds like just the kind of whacko with all sorts of ideas to work off of.
Meanwhile, outside the lamp, a young man stood, holding the lamp with ratty looking gloves. He went by the name Tucker, when he wasn't using his self-made alias for if he ever encountered aliens or bigfoot. They were both real, he was sure of it. And genies too apparently. Well, he had yet to prove that til he rubbed the lamp.
He grinned, taking off his gloves and giving it a good rub. "I wish I could prove aliens are real!"
You grinned in return, misting out of your lamp, your mind running through ways to interpret his wish.
"Your wish is my command!"