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"I'm the wierd one?" Matthew asked. "You're a genie that came out of a crystal....and I'm the wierd one?" He closed his eyes, which was something he did whenever he needed to get his thoughts together. He opened his eyes refreshed and ready to asess the situation at hand. "Make it a ring, create yourself some food, and tell me just what the hell you are." Matthew pulled out the notebook he kept with him at all times and flipped to a blank page, ready to take notes.