Now, while Lewis loved having a name, it wasn’t enough! He needed to be remembered, not just known! He gave his second wish to Zorath. “I need a car. A big car.” He said, smiling aggressively. “Most importantly, a tough car.”
The next morning, he woke up, and there it was. It was exactly what he needed. Big, black, and badass! He sat in the car, fidgeting with all the new gadgets. Zorath got in the passenger seat, proud of what she conjured. As they left for their next spree, Lewis got an idea. “Hey, this thing is really sturdy, right? Like, REALLY sturdy?” Zorath sat upright, intrigued. “It can withstand the weight of Quazar-al, its basically invulnerable.”
Lewis used another of his many wishes. “I need booze. Lots of booze.” And so it was. A compartment opened up in the middle of the car, revealing a bottle. He pulled it out, and another popped up. “Oh hell yeah” Lewis laughed. “I like where this is going”