(I based this story off of something I saw on another website, only that one was never finished.)
As Joe, your typical 8th grade geek, was walking home from school, he saw what looked like an old coke bottle off the side of the road. He tan over and picked it up. As soon as he touched it, smoke poured out of it and he dropped it. The smoke turned into the steriotipical genine. Fat, wearing a tunic, with a turban on his head. "You have one wish, master." "Only one? I thought I got three!" "Don't believe that tv trash." "Al right then, I wish that I could control any aspect of reality." "Wish granted." And with that, the genine and coke bottle disappeared. Joe could feel the power coursing through his veins. He willed himself at home, in his room, and suddenly he appeared there. Now, what to do?