Aladdin could see immediately that the genie was intoxicated. The smell of alcohol wafting throughout the smoke that preceded the genie's manifestation from the magic lamp was enough of a foreshadowing that things were about to go South very quickly.
The genie stood before Aladdin, swaying drunkenly and attempting to focus his bloodshot eyes.
"I am the genie of the lamp" he slurred, following this proclamation with a loud belch.
He was a powerfully-built genie, sporting a scruffy, black beard, large belly and puffy, heavy-lidded eyes. He resembled the type of brute that might appear in an Italian horror film circa 1978, but was dressed more like a break dancer from the 1980s in his puffy, pink pants, red vest and yellow turban. Sometimes the genie wore a blue baseball cap on which was printed his trademark catch phrase: "I am the genie of the lamp".
Aladdin began to regret calling upon his thuggish, magical servant. He would be in no mood to grant wishes in his intoxicated state.
The genie stumbled forward, attempting to keep his balance. Losing this battle of equilibrium, he finally crashed forward into a table, spewing fruit and wine in all directions. He landed flat on his fleshy face, emitting a deep moan as he faded into unconsciousness.
The End.
The genie stood before Aladdin, swaying drunkenly and attempting to focus his bloodshot eyes.
"I am the genie of the lamp" he slurred, following this proclamation with a loud belch.
He was a powerfully-built genie, sporting a scruffy, black beard, large belly and puffy, heavy-lidded eyes. He resembled the type of brute that might appear in an Italian horror film circa 1978, but was dressed more like a break dancer from the 1980s in his puffy, pink pants, red vest and yellow turban. Sometimes the genie wore a blue baseball cap on which was printed his trademark catch phrase: "I am the genie of the lamp".
Aladdin began to regret calling upon his thuggish, magical servant. He would be in no mood to grant wishes in his intoxicated state.
The genie stumbled forward, attempting to keep his balance. Losing this battle of equilibrium, he finally crashed forward into a table, spewing fruit and wine in all directions. He landed flat on his fleshy face, emitting a deep moan as he faded into unconsciousness.
The End.
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