He wished for...
"A million bucks!"
The air around him was, for a moment, silent. Then, in some strange way, it became... electric. It felt fuzzy, charged with energy. Jacob almost had time to say "What the fuck" before it stopped.
Jacob dropped his posture, disappointed. "The fuck was I expecting, anyway?" he said to himself. "Just for a million dollars to fall outta the sky? Shitty fuckin' medallion-"
Just then, a million dollars appeared in the air above Jacob.
Then, it fell on and around him.
"OH FU-"
After he had dug himself out, he looked around. His room was green. He grabbed a handful of the paper near him. It was roughly twenty $10 notes.
"Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh holy fucking shit HOLY SHIT!"
His mind was a racing whirlwind of possibilities: what would he do with it? what would his parents say? would they beleive his story? He could answer that last one: No, at first, but Yes, after he did a performance of the medallion.
But the most pressing question to Jacob, at that moment, was:
What will I buy first?
After careful consideration, he chose:
