Abracadabra-Part 2A

“Specificity is crucial in this business,” the genie replies in a disinterested tone.

You roll your eyes and brandish the stump that was once a fully-functioning arm.

“Never mind.  I think I can help you,” she declares.

Not only did you lose your arm in the most embarrassing way possible (it started with a poker game gone awry and ended with a margarita, an umbrella, and a geyser of blood), you lost your dominant arm to boot.  That’s why, as the genie pushes the paper in front of you to sign, you’re tempted to head-butt her in the face.  Instead, you quickly deposit a nearly illegible signature on the page.

The genie’s expression changes immediately.  She looks constipated, but before you think to ask her if she’s all right (not that you’re all that concerned anyway), she shouts “Abracadabra!” and the room erupts in green sparkles.  They fade, revealing your new arm.

It’s . . . not what you anticipated.

“You gave me a gorilla arm!” you cry out.  The furry appendage hangs awkwardly from your frame, far too heavy with its knuckles resting on the ground.

She shrugs.  “To be fair, you asked for a new arm.  You didn’t specify about the kind of arm you wanted.”

“But . . .”

“I suggest you make the best of the situation,” she interrupts.  “The outcome could have been far worse.”

A.)  If you try to make your new arm blend in with the rest of your body, click HERE.

B.)  If you decide to capitalize on your freakish nature, click HERE.