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Author's Note: Concrit welcomed.

Chapter 3-The Woes of Parents

Fern sighed as another mortal rubbed her lamp. Another three wishes to grant. She did not want to spend her immortal life catering to the whims of mortals. She wanted to live in Genie World again, with her husband, Percy, and her son, Norm. She felt sick at the thought of Norm, alone, having to grant the fickle desires of mortals.

"I said: What are you?"

She was broken out of her reverie by her master's voice.

"I'm Fern the swinging genie," said Fern, GONGING up a neon sign that said just that, "Who dares to disturb me?"

"Me," said the human, "Jal."

Her husband would have thought about how humans were so primitive that they only had one-syllable names. Boy, she missed him!

"What's a genie?"

"Not telling," said Fern coyly, "Unfortunately, I'm your slave and grant your wishes so…"

Jal was only a child, she noticed. His hair was straight, unlike Norm's curly hair. Oh, she sure missed Norm!

Percy found the humans to be very primitive. They made their tents out of animal skins, whereas magical creatures used plastic, stone and metal to make their homes. Humans ate whatever they could find and had to be content with it whereas magical creatures could poof up anything they wanted even if it was processed or from somewhere they never went. Genie kids sometimes GONGed their asparagus into ice cream.

He missed Norm and his wife Fern. He supposed he'd never get to take care of Norm or make love with Fern ever again. He was a genius so surely he could trick a human into setting him free.

However, he had morals, and they said that tricking his master would be wrong. Even if doing that let him see his wife and son again. It would take ages to find them and after finding them, he might not be able to set them free. Better to just stay in his lamp, till the right time. Whenever that was.

"I wish for a sandwich," said his master.

His master had seen him eating one and had decided that he wanted one too. He thought it was food of the spirits or something like that. Percy laughed. Sandwiches and ambrosia weren't the same thing.

GONG!

"You know," said Percy, "Its not lunchtime."

A sandwich appeared in his master's hands and his master bit into it.

Fern had GONGed up some furniture for her bottle, colored pink and green. She almost GONGed up a cradle for Norm, but she remembered that he wasn't there. He was trapped in another lamp, enslaved by humans for their stupid whims.

It was The Darkness' fault. That foul creature and its Elimators had destroyed Genie World. Fern wanted to destroy it, so it could feel how she felt when it destroyed Genie World and caused them all to be enslaved to humans.

Percy looked around his lamp resentfully.

GONG!

Dusky blue furniture appeared. He also GONGed up some academic texts. When he was in Genie World, he could talk to people just as intelligent as he was. Now he was enslaved to idiots. How awful was that? He began to read one of the texts, trying to keep his mind off his enslavement and everything he'd lost.

However, he couldn't concentrate. He was too worried about Norm, his darling baby, who his wife spoiled to death. He knew that Norm probably wouldn't cope well with being enslaved and wished he could help him.

Unfortunately, genies couldn't grant their own wishes. Percy cursed that fact with every swearword in every language he knew (which was a lot). After finishing his cursing session, he apologized to all the languages for desecrating them in such a manner. It was just that being enslaved made you want to tell the universe that its mother and father weren't married and that it should perform weird erotic acts, even though it didn't have parents and the weird erotic acts he was suggesting would probably kill everyone on the planet if the universe took his advice.