"Look, Doctor! A lamp!"
"A lamp, look!"
"Whaddya know! It's all buried in the sand."
"Looks quite old."
"Mhmm. Yes, Mickey, it does. Got something written, here, do you see----"
"I AM THE GENIE. FOR FREEING ME, I WILL GRANT YOU ANY THREE WISHES."
"Doctor! It's a...it's a...!"
"It's a genie! Brilliant!"
"You can wish for a way out of this desert! Back to London!"
"Yes, not yet. I wish for a bag of jelly babies that never runs out!"
"What?! That's it, Doctor? You have three wishes! Anything you could desire!"
"Yes, I really desire a few jelly babies. Ooooh, still full."
"You could wish for a TARDIS that functions properly. Or money! Why not ask for wealth! An army of beautiful, lingerie-clad warriors to help us defeat the Daleks and Cybermen waiting back in London! Maybe just a superweapon, though I like the idea of the warrior women a bit better."
"What do you know? Still full."
"Or why not just an army of beautiful lingerie-clad women for me, huh? Why don't you ever think about me, Doctor? I could use a bit of money, you know! Garage doesn't pay well enough, and travelin' with you certainly don't."
"Why not a personal jet, eh? A scooter that has GPS? Something useful? At the very least, a map out of this place? We could use that!"
"DOCTOR, YOU MUST MAKE YOUR OTHER TWO WISHES."
"Oh, this here is brilliant. I'll take two more of these."
"I LEAVE YOU WITH YOUR WISHES! MUWHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Jelly baby, Mickey?"
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 263