Drake sat in his dorm for some time thinking of what to use his next wish on. The door opened, startling Drake,
he had completely lost track of time and forgotten to hide the lamp before his roommate Mike came home.
"What's that you got there loser?" Mike said picking up the lamp. "Another one of your nerdy film props or
something?"
"None of your business" Drake said as he jumped up and tried to take the lamp back.
The two were pretty evenly matched in strength and neither managed to pull it from the others grasp. Blue smoke
suddenly started to pour from the lamp as Beldazarr revealed himself.
"Enough!" he roared. "As you two are in contest for ownership of my lamp you must participate in a contest of my
choosing. The winner will be awarded the lamp and the loser will have all memory of it removed from their mind".
"What kind of contest?" Mike asked, not entirely believing what his senses where telling him.
"The contest will be one of..."