Once upon a time, after Aladdin died, the genie was roaming around the streets. He was angry because Abu refused to pay for Aladdin's funeral service. That little bastard monkey. Aladdin saved his ass on so many different occasions and that little piece of shit couldn't even respect his loving owner's dead body. What a crying shame. Even a powerful, and sometimes not-so-powerful genie can respect life. Any who, the genie decided to change his name after Aladdin died. He decided to go by the name of Carson. Jasmine didn't like it.

"I hate your new name so," she sighed at him with her little miss bitch attitude. "Sounds like the name of a scary rapist or something."

"Well, the name Jasmine sounds like some kind of gay botanical scent or something."

"Does not," she whined.

"Does not," he mimicked her in a squeaky, high pitched and very annoying voice.

"I loathe you," she said in the most evil voice possible.

"Screw you," Carson said before he vanished into thin air. He didn't have to take that bitch's shit anymore. He realized that he had no reason to live in the palace anymore, you know, with Al gone and all. Too many memories. Carson decided to float away to Cuba, but someone said something about a passport and what not, so he changed his mind and went to France.