Drake, stuffed like a sausage into his clothes, waddled over to his bed and angrily rubbed the lamp.
A silver cloud shot out. Then, Beldazarr appeared.
"Greetings, Mortal. I am--"
"SHUT UP," shouted Drake, quivering with rage. Drops of spit clung to his beard as he barked at the djinn. "HOW could you do this to me? You HAVE to change me back to normal! I BEG you!"
"I only gave you the desires of your--"
"No! I didn't want to be a freak for the rest of my life! You're supposed to give me what I ask for!"
"But I DID give you what you asked for," said Beldazarr, coolly. "I gave you the desires of your--"
The only visible part of Drake's face turned bright red. The hairy man clenched his fists and stomped a hair-covered foot on the ground. His whole body seemed to ripple with the impact. Drake felt it and it only made him more angry.
"I didn't ask for this!" screamed Drake. "I didn't say, 'Oh genie, I wish for a massive explosion of hair and for you to leave me stuck this way for the rest of my life!'"
"It is done," said the djinn. He clapped his hands together and looked Drake dead in the eye.
"Your wish has been granted."
"What...wish?"
But before Drake even finished saying the words, the djinn...AND THE LAMP...disappeared into thin air.
The lamp. The lamp! NO! Why did the lamp just disappear? Without the lamp and the genie Drake would never be able to...
That's when it dawned on him.
His own words echoed in his mind.
"'Oh genie, I wish for a massive explosion of hair and for you to leave me stuck this way for the rest of my life!'"
"Oh my God," whispered Drake.
Drake quickly turned and faced himself in the mirror. Everything was dead quiet. He stood frozen in place, mentally feeling out every inch of his body. His senses were on fire. Any second now. Any second.
Then he felt it.
There was a faint tingling sensation--barely perceptible--on his right leg.
Then he felt it on his stomach.
Then his back.
Then all over his body.
The faint tingle suddenly and rapidly became more and more pronounced.
Drake thought his heart would beat out of his chest.
Then...