The morning after

Waking up next morning you nudge Fatima. "Time to get up!" you say.

The genie opens her eyes, looks at you, and smiles. "Er..could you please take your arm off me?"

"He, he, yer mine now, laddie!" she says in a West country Robert Newton pirate accent.

"Erm..Why are you talking like that?" you ask "You remind me of the pyrots."

"That's because I am one, laddie! I'm the one you killed and ate last night!"

"What??" this is bad news

"My spirit was transferred to the magical Djinn, and while she slept, I took control of her!"

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Written by AR

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