“So a genie grants you a wish,” said Greg. “What do you wish for?”
Alex looked up from his taco. “Oh, that’s easy,” he said. “Unlimited, inexhaustible health and prosperity.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s pretty good,” said Greg.
Brigid shook her head. “Every movie ever made, retroactively to the beginning of time, and going on forever, no matter how good or how bad, has the same production values, the same script, the same special effects and soundtrack etcetera, but an all-woman cast and production crew. Citizen Kane? Women. Casablanca? Women. Star Wars, The Goonies, Logan’s Run. Not a man to be found. No other changes.”
Greg pondered this, then slowly nodded. “Okay,” he said.
“I want to change my wish,” said Alex.
PS: Bonus Fictionlet from Twitter!
Me: A joke about Black Panther and Toto. Go!
Brigid: “Watson, I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more!”
Greg: “I bless the reigns down in Africa!”