Why would I know?! I'm too stupid to even imagine anything...

Hey... how could a chore like this jollify someone, anywho?!

Bless you for your business.

Hope you don't mind, but could you tell me— WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOSS?!

Verily! You preach true, honest words.

Who else is involved in the decision-making?

Hmm... that's infaccurate.

Dear Genie, or... to whoever it may concern— My job is to do everything possible to find the Boss, for he is our target today. The smoke is in the way of our business and must be eradicated at once.

O.K.

Hark! I believe I'm in dire need of your services to learn my current whereabouts.

Good...!

Let me do some research and get back to you.

NoooOOOOOOOOoooo! Must I assume there is no escape from these lands until that door opens? Well, how much longer until the next celebration?

(This isn't the BATHROOM.)

Did I catch you at an okay time?

Aha, it looks like I'm the best and you're the worst! Wonder who got the chest hair? ... Where are we, anyways?

Heal heal, frog a— Ping me in some moments.

I'll be right with you.

L-listen to me! Regrettably, I'm v-very hard-working and sh-shouldn't be in a place full of morons having FUN.

Hmm... that's infaccurate.

I am f-feeling sick in this p-place.

Don't you dare hang up that phone!!

Well, it's time to be that one drop inside that ocean full of opportunities. Am I right?

Turrón, turrón! Turrón! Turrón!!

Good!

GUYS, GUYS—WAIT! I'M NOT DOING WHAT YOU SAY I'M DOING! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING AT ALL!

Who else is involved in the decision-making?

Do you by the chanced of chances know how to reach the GE̵̡̛͎̒̄́͗̊̈́̈̍͝N̵̝̹̄̓͆̽̋͒͊̓͝͠I̴̡̨̙̻͑̍́̂̈́͠ͅE BATHROOM?

What kind of work are you inmates offering to the public?

Let's think on it, gather info, and ask questions. I will provide us with the factual truth about this Geni̶̡̢̞͈̺͈͚̪̮̥̋͑̋͌̄̾͑̐͠ȩ̵̈́̒̌̓͒̏— BATHROOM ...

(It's much better when it's working.)

Dearest chum, could I inquire how your physical form was able to reach this place in such a short duration of time?

May I see it, please?

O.K.

Firstestly, I need to get more info on this pointless Ge̶̟͇̗̬͐͒̚͠nię̵̛͕͚̟̯͉̟̻̭̰̝̫̇̒͛̉̅̍̆̈͆͘͘͜͠— Bathroom. ... Whoa.

Bless you for your business.

(I am cutting in line.)

Why would I know?! I'm too stupid to even imagine anything...

L-listen to me! Regrettably, I'm v-very hard-working and sh-shouldn't be in a place full of morons having FUN.

(Slot machines, they feed on hope.)

Well, the timeless journeys through this play(s) always are familiar. Every time, I acknowledged the enjoyment and pleasure...

"Bathroom"? You must be talking about the Genie, true?

Ahhhhh... Pardon me, my head hurts so much... Do you have any coffee? Any milk? Any bathroom?

Let's arrange our next ambush at the scene. Could you point out the Boss's location?

DAMN IT, SHUT UP!

You must be the entity that figured out where our target was. Is that verifiably true?

Dear Genie: your Boss is our target today, but the smoke is in the way of our business. Would you kindly get rid of it at once?

GUYS, GUYS—WAIT! I'M NOT DOING WHAT YOU SAY I'M DOING! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING AT ALL!

Ahh, auction day... These are the utmost grand of days!

DAMN IT, SHUT UP!