| Frantically trying to justify her own existence, the beautiful woman
gave Fred a few healthy slaps across the face. He blinked a couple times
but gave no indication as to whether he was displeased by this or not.
"Hey," the woman yelled at him, "Did you wish for a beautiful woman?"
Fred looked at her, or tried to. One of his eyes didn't seem to be listening to his brain. "Ev'ry day of my life, lady..." He trailed back off into incoherent mumblings. "I mean just now, when you opened the chest..." It was no use. Fred was on the verge of either unconciousness or regurgitation.
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