Mickey easily sidestepped Jon's lunge and laughed as Jon fell over. Jon was a strange sight--his feet were still rooted in place, but the rest of him was at an impossible angle. Then Jon fell over the rest of the way, there was an awful crackling sound, and he yelled out in pain.
"Dammit, Mikey! Help me! Mikeeeeeeey!!!!!! You asshole of a brother! How could you do this! My ankles are broken now!"
"Ha, ha, now my big brother is crying," said Mikey. "I didn't do anything to your ankles."
"Yes you did! You wished I'd stand still. Then you wished I would be unfrozen. The stone doesn't let you reverse a wish! I could feel my feet loosen but it was only a feeling. It didn't really work! Fuck you..."
"Fine," said Mikey. "I wish your ankles are healed. But now, I wish you'd go down to the kitchen and get me a glass of milk and some Oreos."
Jon was suddenly standing straight, and his face was no longer twisted with pain, but he didn't budge.
"I said, get me some milk and Oreos! I wished it!"
"I'm not getting you milk and Oreos, Mikey. To do that I'd have to walk downstairs. That would reverse your wish that I stand still, and you can't reverse a wish. Unless you wish I can teleport, so I can go downstairs and stand still at the same time, or unless you wish I could teleport the milk and cookies to me, it's not going to happen." Jon knew that if Mikey took the bait, not only could he get Mikey's snack, he could teleport to Mikey and steal the stone, or teleport the stone away from Mikey.
"Well, then," said Mikey, "I wish that...."
