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It takes a lot of convincing, but eventually Earl agrees to settle the issue indoors, in his own house of course. He's far too paranoid to enter anyone else's home. You take the lamp with you and set it down on the coffee table, swiping away dozens of unread letters about taxes.
"Alright, so how is this your lamp?" You question Earl,
"Don't talk to me like that you weasel. I found that thingamajigger a couple of years ago and it's been the most useful thing I've ever had, until you stole it! That lamp is the best thing to rub off my used cigarettes on, and for 5 hours and I had to use my ashtray, unbelievable!"
"Right, and how do you know it got into my house?" You inquire.
Earl poorly explained, "You stole it, obviously. And you're a quick one, too. For just a couple minutes I was busy shooting the rats in my kitchen with my BB gun and when I walked back in to the living room the lamp was gone!"
"What did you do before you were shooting the rats in your kitchen?" You press further.
Earl tried to remember, "Well, I believe the last time I put out my cig on it, I accidentally rubbed my finger on it and this blue fucker popped out of it acting like they were our Lord and Savior, so I told 'em to fuck off, which was the only appropriate reaction."
Either Earl seems to not grasp the gravity of the situation, or he is just so uncaring that he wouldn't even bother with a genie. Now that you've managed to calm down Earl and know a lot more about the lamp, how do you proceed?
"Alright, so how is this your lamp?" You question Earl,
"Don't talk to me like that you weasel. I found that thingamajigger a couple of years ago and it's been the most useful thing I've ever had, until you stole it! That lamp is the best thing to rub off my used cigarettes on, and for 5 hours and I had to use my ashtray, unbelievable!"
"Right, and how do you know it got into my house?" You inquire.
Earl poorly explained, "You stole it, obviously. And you're a quick one, too. For just a couple minutes I was busy shooting the rats in my kitchen with my BB gun and when I walked back in to the living room the lamp was gone!"
"What did you do before you were shooting the rats in your kitchen?" You press further.
Earl tried to remember, "Well, I believe the last time I put out my cig on it, I accidentally rubbed my finger on it and this blue fucker popped out of it acting like they were our Lord and Savior, so I told 'em to fuck off, which was the only appropriate reaction."
Either Earl seems to not grasp the gravity of the situation, or he is just so uncaring that he wouldn't even bother with a genie. Now that you've managed to calm down Earl and know a lot more about the lamp, how do you proceed?
What do you do?