I wish for unlimited wishes!

You roll your eyes, this one is too easy!

The archaeologist stands in front of you with a wide stance, hands boldly placed at her hips. She smirks, apparently proud of her first wish. You raise a hand, fingers close to snapping, but you hesitate. You already know what you plan to twist her words into, but that self-impressed bitch isn’t exactly going to understand what she did wrong if you don’t tell her.

You give her a coy smile in return and her expression falters slightly. The cogs are turning in her head but she clearly is too slow to put it together yet, though she’s becoming aware that she’s fucked up.

“Do you know what you just did?” You ask, and her eyes dart back and forth between yours, trying to figure out what you’re thinking. “You just asked me for infinite wishes. Do you know what a wish is? A wish is a desire, a hope, a need. I don’t have to grant all of them, just the next two. You’re going to be wanting things for all eternity, but you only have two wishes left!”

The archaeologist’s face goes white, and you can tell she’s considering all of the most debased wishes she is about to have. While her head is full of inappropriate thoughts, you click your fingers.

Immediately, the woman falls to her knees and cries out the first wish that enters her mind.