The genie granted me a packet of Tim Tams that never runs out.

I supplemented my income by filling empty packs from my endless packet and onselling them. It became an industry in itself. My costs were low and I was able to undercut the manufacturer. Eventually the manufacturer stopped making Tim Tams: they couldn’t compete.

I’m the only supplier now. My days are spent transferring biscuit after biscuit. I have become a biscuit battery hen, thanks to the gift—curse—of the genie.

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