”I wish my father was the sultan, not yours,” Eddie says.
The world does some serious swirling around you. When things clear up, you’re still a little dizzy. You look over at Eddie, who seems disoriented -- in fact, he falls over.
”Whoa!” he says, just as you feel yourself getting yanked toward him by the neck. You move your hand up and feel a collar, which is attached to a silver chain that Eddie has in the hand that’s not holding the genie lamp. The lamp seems to be undamaged despite its trip to the floor with Eddie.
He pulls himself to his feet and says, “Hey, my dad must have kept slavery legal! That’s great!”
You’re about to debate with him about “great,” but you keep your mouth shut. He’s looking around the room excitedly. It appears you’re in the same bedroom that was yours, but now it’s decorated for a teenage male -- and the centerpiece is a gigantic round bed.
”Oh, wow, I must have a harem, not just you,” Eddie says, looking from the bed back to you. He then looks down at the lamp in his hand.
He says...