What would I like? Well, it's late and its been a long time since I've had a corn dog. I dunno I mean if we are getting wishes, might as well get a corn dog out of it.
"... my third wish," said Cheezyramen nervously, "is for a corn dog."
"What's a corn dog?" asked Throg, scratching his chest, "You mean one of those hounds that farmers keep, to stop the goats eating his wheat?"
"Be reasonable," said Gildan, "Where are we going to get one of
those in the middle of a desert?"
"No, no, not that," explained the genii, "It's a sort of .. snack. Like a sausage on a stick."
"Oh," said Gildan, "You mean like this?" and he made a complicated twiddle with his tiny staff and produced a sausage on a stick. Except that, being a tiny brownie-gnome, his sausage was equally tiny, about 1 millimetre long, and the stick was no thicker than a hog's bristle. He handed it over to the bemused genii.
"Er, .." began CheezyRamen, "that's not quite ..."
"See my lawyers," said Gildan firmly.
There was a noise like a trombone laughing. Have you ever heard a trombone laugh? They are
noted for it.