"I wish...I wish...I had a magic box into which papers with descriptions of stereotypical people could be put and the box would transform and change any person who would draw such paper into such stereotype in more or less twisted way. I wish that any transformees would be transported to a small pocket dimension where he can live as living stereotype for one day, or longer if he wants to. I wish one day in that dimension would last 1 minute in normal world and that anything what was written on piece of paper would be tranformee's new name for the time being. Oh...and I wish all transformees would be living in close proximity so they could meet each other at a chance."
Stone glowed and a simple wooden box appeared on a floor. Jon picked it up, it was time to give it a try.
