"So anyway," Rick said. "I called you over here because in return for his freedom he's going to give us each a wish that will be granted."
"Leprechauns can grant wishes? I've never heard of that. I thought genies did that," Jim said.
"Leprechauns are magical creatures, Jim. I'm sure that ..."
"Hey!" the little man yelled. "I told you before. I'm not a leprechaun."
"Then what are you?" Jim asked.
"I'm a clurichaun, you asshole!" the little man screeched.
"Well, you're a leprechaun to me," Rick said. "So let's have them. Grant our wishes."
"Rick, I think I've heard of these clurichauns. They're supposed to be more aggressive than leprechauns and can actually curse people."
"That's right, friend," the little man said. "And if you don't get me out of this fucking cage, I'll curse yer whole family!"
"No," Rick said. "First you grant our wishes, then you get out of your cage."
Jim understood that Rick thought he knew what he was doing, but he knew how volatile clurichauns could be (from folklore), especially when cornered.
