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Bobby stormed into the cave, making his way through the familiar labyrinth of tunnels until he found what he was looking for. Floating in the middle of the cavern was a small impish figure in a glowing ball of light. His name was Jareth, a genie.
‘I want a refund.’ Bobby said.
The genie froze in mid-air and turned to look at him, as though it had just realised he was there. ‘What do you mean?’
Bobby crossed his arms. ‘I mean that I want you to undo my last wish and let me make a different one!’
Jareth floated gently down to the ground so he was standing on two feet. ‘No deal.’
‘What?’
‘I don’t see the problem here. You asked me to bring your cat back to life, and I did.’
‘As a zombie!’
‘It’s not my fault. There’s a lot of grey area in “bring my cat back.” Besides, I thought you humans liked zombies. You sure make a lot of movies about them.’
‘You could’ve at least mentioned that I had to be specific.’
‘Well, what I did mention is rule number one: no take-backsies.’
Bobby frowned. Then his eyes lit up as something occurred to him, but Jareth cut him off. ‘And no wishing for more wishes either, wise guy.’
‘I wish I could.’
‘Don’t start that shit. I’m warning you.’