— OK, so what's your game Mr Grant. 'Cause it seems like you know exactly what's gonna happen, just before it happens, and it's just like fucking with me!
— Oh, don't take it personal kid. I fuck with everybody. That's what I do. If I tie highly recommend it as an unending source of amusement.
— OK, so how is it, we're on a highway, that is on any map, going to a towns, that presumably don't exist?
— Well, there are unlisted phone numbers, right? So, why can't there be unlisted highways and towns?
— I don't buy it. There's got to be a better explanation, than that.
— Better explanation. OK. How about it's a... parallel dimension. Or you're in a dream. Or it has something to do with your wish. Or... you're in a coma from when that bucket hit you. Or maybe... just maybe... You're dead.
— Well?
— Well, what do you want kid? I just gave you not one explanation, but six. All reasonable. You want an answer, pick one. It want change anything.
— It's a strange coincidence, seeing you here again.
— Only if you believe in coincidence. I prefer inevitability. Every event is inevitable. If it wasn't, it wouldn't happen.
Now one young couple wished to be married and live happily ever after. So I blew up their car at the church on the way to the honeymoon. Another guy he wanted great, perfect sex every day with his choice of gorgeous women — no pregnancies. So everyday he gets a FedEx delivery of a skin magazine and a box of tissues.
— You set in my car, with your own package. Why didn't you take it?
— Well, you made a deal. What kind of guy would I be if I caused you to... violate your blood oath? And, besides, it's the fact that you lost all your money... and you went to jail... you left to girl... ditched your car... All, to bring this to me? Makes it far more valuable. Now it has... stories to go with it. Well... Don't you want to know what's inside?
— I did before, but... doesn't really matter now... 'cause, whatever it is... won't be as good as the stories.
— Well seing as you understand that. I'll open it.
— Who are you mister?
— The O. W stands for One Wish. That's what I do. I grant wishes. One to a customer. Your was more interesting, then most. Open ended. Signifies thought instead of greed. That's what I get most of the time. Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme this, gimme that... Usually money, or sex, or easy living. How I deliver. Yeah, that depends on what mood I'm in.
— Eight Ball, is this guy bull-shitting me?
Magic 8 ball: — That's for you to decide.
— Say... you have a birthday coming up, don't you?
— How'd you know that?
— Don't forget to make a wish.
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