She scrunched her eyes in desperate concentration,
imagining a large marshmallow man not unlike the one from ghost busters, riding
on a unicorn made of jelly and strange wispy things in a multitude of colour. Although a stupid thing to think of, it was
the first thing she thought of. Then low and behold... nothing happened.
“Are you wishing as hard as someone might wish in this,
very specific, predicament?”
“Yes! Dam-mit! It’s not working!”
“Wish harder whilst I flee for our very flammable lives!”
Dino weaved and missed an onslaught of flaming goo and fled further up the mountain.
MJ racked her brain. How on earth could she wish for something to exist where
it should not, with her mind in its tangled state and riding on top a dinosaur
fleeing from a magma monster.
Perhaps a quick nap would help? This would be the part
where one would realise that MJ was relapsing into her craze ways once more.
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