The smell of lobster, butter, and garlic drifted through the room as I cuddled deeper into Tank's fur.
I wasn't about to say that I had accepted a deal, or anything like that, in order to not arouse suspicions. After all, I was taking power with every wish, and I didn't want people to stop wishing because of that.
"What the fuck?" growled the chainsaw-like voice. "You have to be shitting me right now."
Wrinkling my nose, I really hoped that he wasn't about to make that a wish. While I wasn't overly happy with the smell of lobster, the smell of shit was not something that I was willing to deal with either.
Let alone the image of someone shitting on him.
Sigh.
Sometimes, pleasing humans was not the easiest thing in the world to do. But since I got a soul out of it, I might as well work on my customer service.
"Is there a problem?" I called out lazily. "I should have mentioned that there are no refunds on wishes. What you got is what you get."
