Tom laughed, picked up the jar, and leered at the tiny curvaceous pixie that used to be his obnoxious beefy teammate.
Chad flew backwards into opposite wall of the jar as Tom's giant face distorted by the curved glass loomed toward him.
"I always suspected you were a tinkerbell, Chad. Way too many ass grabs, butt swats, and crotch adjustments. Guess, our leprechaun friend just showed us the real you." Tom shook the jar, and glittery dust illuminated the jar before descending to the bottom of the jar. The pixie aat on its butt with legs spread, and arms outstretched behind to protect her wings. She might be all pixie, but Chad's features were still recognizable.
"Oh, Mr. Leprechaun, I do want my wish. But I'm not wasting it on your new girlfriend to make him human. Though I suspect with the number of women Chad has been with he must've learned a few things about pleasing a man. So maybe he can convince you to make him human another way," Tom grinned wickedly.
The leprechaun rubbed his chin thoughtfully looking at Chad, "I suppose it might be fun? If I sell him-her? If I sell it at the Troll Market, a troll will probably just grind her up for the pixie dust. Tch, tch, would be a pity not to fully use her. Dint you think?"
"Oh, don't care what you do with jar head, I just want my wish. Now let me think, as you undoubtedly will try to screw me the way you did Chad. So no wishing for lots of chicks, or I might end up a rooster. No wishing for a big dick, or might end up as Rod's schlong. No wishing for your crock of gold, as you would give me fairy gold that vaporizes in daylight."
"Fairy gold doesn't vaporize in daylight," muttered the leprechaun, "it explodes." Then standing straight, he said loudly, "Well, take a moment or two to make up yer mind. You obviously are a shrewd man, but I haven't got all day," he said with a harumph and sat down next to the jarred pixie.
Chad was freaking. She was back on her feet, well off her feet. She hovered in the jar violently beating her wings. She was flashing different colors like a multicolored strobe light and filling the jar with pixie dust. She was obviously yelling, but only the sound of tiny bells ringing could be heard.
Tom could guess what Chad was saying. The leprechaun could understand nearly every word. He was tenting his little green shorts as he watched Chad's antics. She was a comely pixie, and at the rate she shuffling off pixie dust, it might be more profitable to keep her and just se)l her pixie dust. He licked his lips salaciously.. Greed and lust were pretty much the same among the Fair Folk. From his perspective, the leprechaun already owned Chad anyway.
Tom pursed his lips in thought.
The leprechaun started to jerk off watching Chad buzz angrily around its glass prison.