I've kept this the same except for obvious spelling and grammar. It's just a short snippet of the Opening Scene.
The room was dark, dank and murky. An evil presence swarmed in the entirety of the cavernous room. In the centre sat a massive urn, spewing darkness from it's depths, satanic dancers bowing to the demonic container.
"Sir... I've assembled the dancers." A nervous voice says.
"Yes. I can see." Confidence poured out of every word. He held power, and was also controlled by it.
"It was... Very... Hard to get the, uh, dancers, not many people have the blood of witches mixed with the blood of humans..." He twiddled his thumbs over his plump belly.
"Of course, I'll see to a pay rise for your troubles." The Commander replied, understanding his intentions, as he had used those techniques before.
Relief.
"It might take a while for the Genie to appear. We should watch the dancers. It would be a waste not to, considering how much they've trained."
The two figures stopped and examined the dancers, now waving their hands around their heads, jumping and twisting. They were concentrated, and well trained. The plump man had done his job well, the Commander thought.
It was a few minutes before the dancers raised their hands, and the darkness overflowing from the iron urn billowed over. Both men stood to attention, scared and rather relieved after all their troubles, not to mention the money.
Behind a crumpled pillar, another figure from a different time watched the feat in disappointment. Not again! Why can't humanity be less power-orientated!
Purple smoke billowed, pure evil and demonic. A dark figure emerges out of the depths. The dancers ram away to the exit, not risking getting anywhere near this thing... They know what will come of this...
"O Genie! I am your master, come forth now!"
A giant figure appears, jewelled and magnificent. "Huh?"
The Commander gulps, terrified, 'I am your master, and we will take over this world together, with the help of your power!'
"Oh. Ok. Agh! That's right! I haven't eaten for over five hundreds years! I need food!" He looks frantically around the room, and he eyes fatty flesh.
The plump man knows what's coming for him a magnificent, yet terrifying, hand ploughs through the air to him.
"Argh! No!"
The Genie takes the plump man and plops him in his mouth, sliding him down his throat as he screams all the while. The Genie swallows and licks his oversized and unproportioned lips, 'Mmmmmmm.' He says.
The Commander gulps.