A large recreation room

You appear from the lamp, once again wearing your Medallion outfit. You can see that you are in a recreation room containing a pool table, a small card table, and a TV.

“Holy fucking shit, Madsen. I didn’t think you had the balls to be yanking my chain about something so ridiculous, but I also couldn’t fucking believe that you were telling the truth,” you hear a man behind you say.

You turn around to see your Master, Benji, standing holding your lamp, and standing next to him is another soldier. The other soldier is about the same height as your Master, but somewhat broader and stouter. In the back of your mind you are skeptical about this other soldier, but those thoughts don’t remotely touch your emotions, which consist entirely of the will to please Master Benji.

“Hi, John, this is my, umm… my friend Bill Blurkowski. I was kinda lost as to what I should do about you, so I figured I’d ask my friend Bill for some advice. I hope you don’t mind,” says Benji, looking slightly sheepish.

“Of course, Master. There is no need for secrecy, and it is often a good idea to ask for advice from others,” you say cheerily.

“I cannot believe my eyes, but I mean… look at you! There ain’t no way you’d be dressed like that if you weren’t a genie or something like it. What the hell am I saying, I just watched you pop outta nowhere! So let me get this straight. Madsen here tells me that you have to grant him three wishes, and that you have to protect him until he can make all three. I got that right?” asks Bill.

“Ahh, yes, that’s correct. However, I also can use some very limited magic in order to best serve my Masters needs!” you say maintaining your positivity.

“And there’s no time limit, so basically, if he makes a second wish, and then never makes a third wish, you will hang around protecting him so he will never be hurt?” Bill, it’s clear, is much more clear-thinking than your Master.

“Well, yes, I guess that’s basically correct,” you reply.

“Well shit, Madsen, seems to me you oughta make one more wish and then just enjoy having a gorgeous mostly naked bodyguard, excuse me bodyguard and servant for the rest of your life,” says Bill.

“How would you feel about that, John. Would it upset you if I decided I wasn’t going to make a third wish?” asks Benji obviously intrigued by his friend’s idea.

“No Master. I would not be upset. As I said, I exist to serve my Master. You will be my Master until you make your third wish, whenever that happens to be,” you reply quickly, though with slightly diminished enthusiasm as your inner awareness starts to understand the implications of what’s going on.