Me: I wish for more genies

The monkey’s paw curls and in a burst of smoke you now find yourself a creature of spirit, a being of power, but forced to carry out the will of all others, never yourself. You are now a genie.

First Genie: Welcome to the party, pal. Hope you’re happy. There is a guy over there that has your lamp. You owe him 3 wishes. Remember to tell him “no wishing for more wishes”.