MEZ:

Jesse, what the hell?

JESSE:

Oh hey Mezzie, did I wake ya? Crap - ow, dink I broke my knee ...

MEZ:

This is not happening again.

JESSE:

Wuz wrong wit you? You look all upshet. Are ya upshet Mez?

MEZ:

I have a test in a few hours.

JESSE:

A test - big woo. My ol’ man’s cuttin' me off, ‘member?

My life shucks and you’re upshet ova a stupid test.

JESSE:

... Whoa I don’t sink I’m feelin' too good. Think I’m gonna hurl ...

MEZ:

Not in here you’re not. Get out! Jesse 

I mean it - I'll kill you … Jesse!

JESSE:

Uhoa ...

MEZ:

There goes the drawer ...

Swirls of magic float out of the lamp and …

IO:

Mez, you are distressed.

MEZ:

Jesse’s drunk. I can’t deal with this, again.

IO:

Please let the genie help you. Io will take him away from

here. You need only say the words.

JESSE:

Doncha worry, I'm feelin' a lil better now ….

Oh crap, guess I’ll hafta get some new socks.

MEZ:

Do it. I wish you to take Jesse away from here. Don’t bring 

him back until he’s sober. I don’t care what you do 

with him, just keep him occupied and safe.

IO:

Thy wish is granted.

Magic swirls in he air.

JESSE:

Hey wuz goin on?

MEZ:

Io wait - I wish you to fix that drawer so it is as it was before Jesse came in here.

Magic swirls in the air some more. 

MEZ:

... Thanks.

Then somewhere ...

JESSE:

Where za hell are we?

IO:

Above, where you are safe and Mez can rest. 

Let the genie help you.

JESSE:

Hahaha hey dat tickles - cut it out. Really - what is this place? 

Looks like a dream …hahaha you’re doin' it agin, will ya shtop with dat?

IO:

The genie only wishes to take your coat.

IO:

... And your shoes, so you will sleep better.

JESSE:

Thas awful nice of ya. Io, you’re da only one dat cares.

IO:

That is not true Jesse.

JESSE:

Sure it is. He’s cutting me off, my own friggin' father. I’m shcrewed. 

I don’t wanna go to college. What za hell for anyway? 

Ya eva go to college? Naw I 'spose not. Neva heard of a genie college. 

JESSE:

... Hey Io - anyone eva tell ya your eyelashes are freakishly long?

JESSE:

And your shkin’s so ... smooth and .. Man ya shmell so ...

JESSE:

Wait, zis isn’t right. I’m not gay. What are ya freakin' doin to me?

IO:

The genie has done nothing.

JESSE:

I’m not gay.

IO:

You already said that.

JESSE:

I know but ... stop lookin' at me like dat wiz those blue eyes…

JESSE:

… Man, your hair's so soft and … and … 

Later ...

JESSE:

yawn

Io, what are we doing here? Where the hell is here?

IO:

The genie took you away.

JESSE:

Was I drunk? I feel - great. Why ain’t I hung over?

IO:

Io made certain you would not be.

JESSE:

No kiddin’? You could do that? Thanks. And you stayed 

with me too? That was so nice of ... Hey wait a minute.

IO:

So you could have the genie.

JESSE:

Have the ...? What! Oh my God. No, you must be 

mistaken. I’m not gay.

IO:

You made mention of that many times last night.

JESSE:

Holy shh ... How could this have happened?

IO:

You said you liked the feel of the genie’s skin,

and color of Io’s eyes …

JESSE:

Oh God ...

IO:

And Io's soft hair.

JESSE:

Oh my God ...

IO:

You said those words a lot too. Jesse, 

why do you call to your God so often?

JESSE:

Just shut up for a second. I hafta think.

IO:
Yes Jesse.

JESSE:

I’m not gay. I need you to get that. OK? I like girls, you understand? 

Girls! And whatever happened here, wasn’t supposed to

… and it won’t ever again.

IO:

Yes Jesse.

JESSE:

I gotta go. Where are my clothes? How do I get the hell outa here?

IO:

You are angry with Io?

JESSE:

No. Just … get me home.

IO:

As you wish ….