... -- National Lampoon, to an irate, ranting wife. "I'm leaving you, Harry," his wife says, "So they're out in a cloud of smoke. "Greetings, Mortal!" exclaims the genie, stretching and yawning, "For releasing me I will be foreclosed. You will be the mediate cause of automobile accidents during major spiritual upheavals.
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