"That's not what I meant by 'huge fucking monster'!" Simon screeched!
"No, probably not," Beldazzar agreed. "But it did grant the wish, in a technical sense. And now that I am nice, I interpret wishes in ways that will not harm the target."
Simon fumed. His new, evil disposition was becoming quite frustrated.
"Well, I guess if you get lemons, make lemonade!" Simon smirked, at last.
"Are you thirsty, master?" Beldazzar asked.
"Fuck that!" Simon snarled, "I wish that 'huge fucking monster' Mark would serve me!"