As Damon was hopping and croaking so as to attract male frogs and make them forget about any females in the pond, or while on the lookout for the handsome prince of his dreams, the lamp was changing hands. His belongings got moved out and the lamp ended up in a charity store. The genie himself felt fine. The lamp was designed to have any luxury he could wish and that occurred in a home. The lamp was a mansion with all he could want within if he so desired. And he had to admit that those humans had good ideas for entertainment. He took a male form again and flipped through channels on a cable TV. He could have summoned a whole movie theater if he had wanted to but he wasn't in the mood. He merely had to wait until his next master showed up. Funny how those "master" always ended up being ythe butts of his own cosmic jokes. They all thought they could command HIM, those puny humans, but in the end, HE became the master of their fates. They saw him and just assumed he was the key to their greatest desires whereas they should have quaked in fear at what he could do to them. And all the same, those mortals.... None thought through the wording of their wishes and it was always the same nonsense over and over again, especially with men... The genie loved to misinterpret their wishes on purpose, even though he was kind to kids and generous people. He was no monster, after all. But these were the exceptions, not the rule. Most so-called masters just jumped at the opportunity to make selfish, dumb and banal wishes that he delighted in backfire. And oh, the look on their faces!... He never tired of that for sure.
Suddenly, the genie felt summoned and he erupted out of the lamp. He was in the dark corner of a store, a large young man standing before him. He had the clear allure of a mean bully. A jerk. Perfect for the genie. He was going to really have fun with this one, a lot more than the last.
"You... You're real?..." stammered the muscled idiot in front of him.
"Of course I am. And why is my lamp at your feet?" the genie said.
"I just touched it, okay?" replied angrily the teen in self-defense, which indicated to the genie he had touched his lamp to steal; it, hoping it was valuable. His hands must have rubbed it and seeing the smoke erupt, it had scared him quite a bit.
"So... If you're real, you grant wishes?" said the idiot.
"Yes. Three," simply said the genie.
"Awesome! I know what I want right now!" exclaimed the boy.
Yes, a true moron indeed. The genie was going to have a hell of a time, he thought as he his his smirk.