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Of course, not all hope is lost. After all, you worded your wish in a very particular way. You...swapped.

In a standard house, in a standard street, surrounded by a world that is currently on fire, stood two figures. One was blue and floating. The other had 8 billion voices raging inside of it.

"Wow, that went really poorly. Probably should've altered his mind a bit to survive that," The blue one mused to himself, casting a brief magic barrier to protect the house, and his new master, from a plummeting plane, "Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk I guess. Besides, I got a new master here!" He cries, gesturing to the other figure, who alternates through seemingly every emotion at once, going from sad, confused, angry, scared, depressed, excited, happy, everything, "If my counting is correct you have..." The genie pauses, pulling up his hand and counting on his fingers, magically extending the amount beyond human comprehension, "24 billion, 356 million, 507 thousand, 997 wishes left! So, where do you want to start?"