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Damn Thing, v. 1, issue 2, December 1940
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THE DAMN THING PAGE 4. Genie Trouble! by Ra Douglas Bradbury (Caught in a cross wind when the Heinlein trouble occured, the editor, as a last resort, and take notice, I say "last resort", turned to that vast reservoir of rejected stories, Ray Bradbury, and said: "Ray, dear, will you please write me a little story for THE DAMN THING, and if you don't hurry, by God-- I'll,---, well I'll revive Hollerbrochen!" Bradbury gasped in horror, and turned out this little ditty, which I think is damn good. Ed.) Mr. Tweek had just been to the movies. In fact, he had just seen THE THIEF of BAGHDAD. My, how he had liked that picture! Mr. Tweek went home and decided to take a bath. He went into the bathroom and took off his clothes and put the plug in the bathrub and turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. He got himself a book and started reading. Finally, when there was enough water in the tub, Mr. Tweek pub his toe in and felt it. "Ouch," cried Mr. Tweek. Was the water too hot? No. "Somebody pinched me," cried Mr. Tweek. And he looked in the bathtub. And there sat a genie. Not a BIG genie. That would be silly. But a little genie. "What are you doing in my bathtub?" demanded Mr. Tweek. "I'm a genie," said the genie. "Stuff and nonsense," objected Mr. Tweek strenuously. "I'm not a drinking man. And you are not really there, are you?" "The hell I ain't," the genie smirked. "I'm insane," groaned Mr. Tweek. "Could be." The genie folded his arms, all four of them, and lolled back, floating on top of the water and sprouting some of it from his puckered lips. "How am I supposed to bathe with you in my water?" cross-examined Mr. Tweek, who was an impatient individual, especially with genies. "That's your problem," chuckled the genie. "When I rented this house," said Mr. Tweek, "I didn't bargain for a genie to come paddling about in my abulutionary liquid. Get out of here, you tramp, have you got no modesty?
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THE DAMN THING PAGE 4. Genie Trouble! by Ra Douglas Bradbury (Caught in a cross wind when the Heinlein trouble occured, the editor, as a last resort, and take notice, I say "last resort", turned to that vast reservoir of rejected stories, Ray Bradbury, and said: "Ray, dear, will you please write me a little story for THE DAMN THING, and if you don't hurry, by God-- I'll,---, well I'll revive Hollerbrochen!" Bradbury gasped in horror, and turned out this little ditty, which I think is damn good. Ed.) Mr. Tweek had just been to the movies. In fact, he had just seen THE THIEF of BAGHDAD. My, how he had liked that picture! Mr. Tweek went home and decided to take a bath. He went into the bathroom and took off his clothes and put the plug in the bathrub and turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. He got himself a book and started reading. Finally, when there was enough water in the tub, Mr. Tweek pub his toe in and felt it. "Ouch," cried Mr. Tweek. Was the water too hot? No. "Somebody pinched me," cried Mr. Tweek. And he looked in the bathtub. And there sat a genie. Not a BIG genie. That would be silly. But a little genie. "What are you doing in my bathtub?" demanded Mr. Tweek. "I'm a genie," said the genie. "Stuff and nonsense," objected Mr. Tweek strenuously. "I'm not a drinking man. And you are not really there, are you?" "The hell I ain't," the genie smirked. "I'm insane," groaned Mr. Tweek. "Could be." The genie folded his arms, all four of them, and lolled back, floating on top of the water and sprouting some of it from his puckered lips. "How am I supposed to bathe with you in my water?" cross-examined Mr. Tweek, who was an impatient individual, especially with genies. "That's your problem," chuckled the genie. "When I rented this house," said Mr. Tweek, "I didn't bargain for a genie to come paddling about in my abulutionary liquid. Get out of here, you tramp, have you got no modesty?
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