The clurichaun got red in the face with anger and pushed on one of the sides of the upside down laundry basket as hard as he could. When he still couldn't get out, he stomped up and down and yelled "Get me out of this fucking thing, you fucking asshole!"
"Maybe you should do what he wants," Jim told Rick.
"Yeah, right. Like I'm falling for that. The moment I release him, he's gonna disappear and I'm never going to get this chance again. No, he stays ... until he grants our wishes."
The clurichaun seemed to suddenly calm down, which made Jim even more uncomfortable than watching him throw a tantrum. He closed his eyes and began to mumble something in another language. Was it Celtic? Jim wasn't sure. But he was sure that this wasn't good.
When the little man was finished, he opened his eyes and said "It's done."
"You granted our wishes?" Rick asked. "But we haven't stated them yet."
"No, you fucking moron!" the clurichaun yelled, becoming angry again. "I just cursed ya and yer entire family!"
Jim looked wide-eyed at Rick, who didn't seem bothered by what the little man said. Maybe he didn't believe that he and his family were really cursed. But Jim believed it.
