A radio sketch
F/X Rustling of plastic bag. Lifting of lid.
GENIE
Argh!
MAN
Argh!
GENIE
I'm a genie!
MAN
You're a hobo. Get out of my bin.
GENIE
No, honest. I'm a Genie. I can grant three wishes. Three refuse-related wishes.
MAN
If you were a Genie, you'd live in a lamp.
GENIE
Nah, no lamps. All that electric current has turned my love spuds into Smash.
MAN
Well wish yourself some better ones.
GENIE
(Shouting) It doesn't work like that, does it?! Look, I offer waste-based goodness. Either close the lid or make a wish.
MAN
Get out of my bin.
GENIE
Seriously, that would be the shittest first wish ever.
MAN
Alright, I'll have all the money in the world.
GENIE
You're aiming too high; I live in a bin. How about an egg? Do you like this egg?
MAN
No; I threw it out.
GENIE
There's another egg in here somewhere.
F/X
Sound of bin lorry approaches.
MAN
Listen, hobo, the bin lorry's coming. You're going to have to get out.
GENIE
Mate, I'm a genie. A gassy shadow. The metal teeth will passed through my ethereal shimmer and I will still be here. I will remain. Your genie, in your bin. Urgh! What's that?
MAN
Bolognaise; the bag's bust
F/X Dragging sound
GENIE
Bloody hell, I'm moving!
MAN
It's the lorry, get out of there.
GENIE
I can't!
MAN
I can't hold you!
GENIE
Help! Help!
MAN
What can I do?
GENIE
Argggggggghhhhhhhh
MAN
I wish you'd just get out of there!
F/X The metal jaws continue to grind
MAN
Oh, God, no.
BEAT
GENIE
Well that was close, you mortal bastard.