Mark stood in front of Jessie in his boxer shorts, a big smile on his face. Through the living room windows, Jessie could see it was light out.
”Hey, I not sure this works,” said Mark.
Jessie narrowed her eyes. “What, now you’re talking like the Asian bimbo you turned Heather into?”
”No, me Heather,” said Mark. “He fall asleep. I wonder what happens writing on truth paper. I want make wishes on you, genie.”
”Is this some kind of trick?” asked Jessie.
”No trick!” Mark insisted with a bit of a whine in his voice. “I write I can wish on genie, all sudden I look like this, my body asleep.”
Jessie shook her head. “Okay, okay, but first, will you wish you can speak perfect English?”
The response, ”But Mark like my voice like this!” sounded very odd coming out of Mark’s mouth.
”Heather,” Jessie sighed, “I just don’t want any misunderstandings.”
”Fine, I wish I speak perfect English,” said Mark, putting his hands on his hips.