Turning the tables

You think about your options. Any wish you make will undoubtedly add to your sorrows. The leprachaun is making sure of that. The only reason you've gotten away with your last two wishes was because he wanted to trap you like this. At least your still alive though. You consider wishing for the strength to carry yourself, but this otherwise. Knowing the leprachuan, he'll give you a servent capale of carrying you, but with the intent to eat you. It seems hopeless. Then an idea hits you. You are no mach for the leprachaun and his laws, but...

"Ok, I've thought of my next wish," you say. The Leprachaun grins. "And what would that be me boyo, a sandwhich, or a forklift?" He chuckles to himself.

"I wish for a lawyer! A Leprachaun Lawyer!"

The leprachaun gaps for a moment, then snaps his fingers. Immediatly, another Leprachaun shimmers into existance, carrying a briefcase and wearing a pait of specticles. "You forgive my abrupt entrance, this came up last minute on my scheduale. You must be my client." he says, walking over to you, and over your immense flab bound hide. "It seems you've gotten yourself in a ripe mess. Now where to begin." He begins talking to you on legal matters conserning Leprachaun laws, counter laws, and foinally, you right up a contract that covers every possible aspect of what your next wish will be. As the Leprachaun looks over the list, which rolls out over the floor, ending somewhere on the other end of the hallway, he looks almost defeatedly at you, "Ok, me boyo, yer wish is granted," he says defeatedly, and snaps his fingers. You actually smile, patting you vast stomach with ripples like a tide, hoping the wish you made will improve your situation...

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