With a puff of smoke, a slutty-looking blonde with heavy makeup, jean shorts, and white sneakers appears before you. She looks extremely bewildered (as you’d expect).
“What the...what the fuck?” She says, darting her eyes and head around in confusion and fear. “What happened? Where am I? Who the fuck are y-you?”
You stay quiet, smirking at her scene. The genie, turning invisible to avoid detection, tells you that her name is Sasha, and she’s a sophomore in college.
“Sasha,” you say. “Just relax, I’m not going to hur-”
“Relax? How dare you!” She says. “One minute I’m, like, just in my dorm, and now I’m here! People just don’t...don’t teleport! Fuck this, I’m getting out of here!”
She begins to leave your house while dialing a number on her phone. You quickly rub the lamp again.
“I wish she’d be calm,” you say firmly. The genie asks if you’re sure that’s what your last wish is, to which you say the pendulum is powerful enough. With a handshake, the genie vanishes and you see Sasha stop dead in her tracks, turning towards you with a smile while striking a little pose.
“You’re right...it’s fine. I just gotta, like, relax,” she says, seeming so relieved. “I’m Sasha but it seems you, um, already know that...”