Pffffft. The genie arrived without fuss and smoke.
“Cool. Do I get three wishes?”
He checked his outfit.
“Wrinkle-free folding my ass.”
“Excuse me, but I just let you out. Do I get three wishes or not?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Thanks. Fire away.”
“I want you to help me with my new years resolutions.
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I already told you.”
“You’re allowed to think about these things, map out possible consequences, make sure I’m not going to give you a Twilight Zone ending.”