You're rich! You're socially independent! You're free! You're rich!

"Calm down, ok? I didn't wish for much." Your boss picks himself off the ground. "All I did was wish for unlimited wishes."

"So why am I still here?"

"I wanted someone to help me make some really good wishes - come on, think of the possibilities! We could be the biggest people in history!"

You roll your eyes. "Fine. If this goes horribly wrong, I'm blaming you."

Steve (your boss) turns to the leprechaun, who has been waiting patiently while you have been arguing.

"Ye be making yer third wish, I be presuming?"

"Make us rich - the richest people in history!"

You groan. Typical.

The leprechaun snaps his fingers, and thick wads of money begin to fall from the ceiling. Soon the floor is covered in $100 notes, which rustle around your ankles. The paper continues falling, and it becomes reall hard to move as the notes take up more space in the room - soon you're waist deep in money, swimming in a sea of green. The flow stops when it reaches your neck, and you look over to Steve, who is standing on the desk.

"Now what?" You ask him. He shrugs.

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