Before genie stood a scruffy, unshaven middle-aged guy with dirty, tattered clothes who was clearly a homeless tramp.
"I thought this bottle would have whisky." he said.
"Oh I can give you whisky and a lot more besides!" said the Genie "I am the genie of the bottle, and I offer you three wishes. I can see you need them."
"A GENIE??" gasped the tramp "Really??"
"Yes, but don't waste a wish making me prove it. You need all the wishes you can get. You can't wish for more wishes either. You only get three, so wish carefully."
The tramp, who's name was Al, couldn't believe his luck. He only wanted a whisky, but now he had a ticket out of the gutter. But what should he wish for?