Teff, looking out highrise window: Djinn it again.
Phorm, over the radio: Teff, you bottle rubber! You made your point! Let them pull back!
Teff: Thank you, Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes, I'll take that under advisement. DJINN IT AGAIN.
*A rocket propelled bottle whizzes through the air, striking a police APC below, sending up a huge mushroom cloud of pink genie smoke*


