"I have to tell you the truth, Patti."
She looks at you, perplexed.
"What do you mean?"
"I, uh, made up that story about being shrunken by a teleportation experiment because I didn't think you'd believe the real story."
"The real story?" she echoes, looking even more confused.
You nod: "Yeah. See, there was this shipment of stolen archeological artifacts the FBI confiscated from the Russian Mob after a big bust. And, uh, I was recruited to carbon-date some of them. One of which was this Persian brass oil lamp from the eighth century A.D. Well, I was polishing the right side of it to look at a certain inscription? And, suddenly, this pillar of smoke started coming out of the spout. Smoke that turns into a female genie right out of THE ARABIAN NIGHTS!"
Before you can continue any further, however, your "hostess" begins laughing hysterically.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, S-S-Slam! You always had the best sense of humor when we were classmates. But, now that you mention it? That'd be a great gimmick for our act!"
Now it's your turn to echo in confusion: "What do you mean, 'our act?' "
Ten minutes later, you find out what she meant. As she is now dressed like a poor man's version of Zatanna (top hat, tuxedo T-shirt, black bikini briefs, and matching high heels); while you are dressed in a turban, vest, and baggy pants made from the "Prince Ali" version of a Disney Aladdin action-figure!
"Ladies and gentlemen," she intones: "Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeesenting---the Great Trixini and her cute little assistant; Abu the Genie!"
Three days, after that, she publicly debuts you at...
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August 17, 2023
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