The Doctor picked up a few odd trinkets here and there on his adventures. He had been emptying his pockets on the inside of his overcoat - that had larger pockets on the inside, thanks to Timelord logic - and, after making quite the sizeable mound of vestiges, came across a guilded oil lamp that faintly whirred and churned under his fingertips.

The intricately etched lamp looked venerable, battered yet extremely well kept; exempt from the slightest dirt on the side of the lamp he seemed to have picked up along with it.

He innocently held it up to his eye level and used his coat's sleeve to try and rub off the dirt that had accumulated itself on the side of the lamp.

Now he certainly wasn't expecting the previously lifeless lamp to fling itself out of his hands and onto the floor, as it clattered the lid off of itself and jangled in place.

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You felt the eternal confines of your prison rattle and shake, and you felt the dismay crawl up your perennial body. Another one? A selfish, cruel and unforgiving master you have to bend reality to? It made you feel faint at the thought..

But, nevertheless, they helped you be free from the lamp (albeit temporarily, until all three wishes had been burnt out, then back into the jail for you), you owe them atleast the three wishes.

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The Doctor was expecting for many things to emerge from that lamp, anything varying from Daleks to Slitheen. What he wasn't accounting for, was a... Genie.

You emerged like a dove spreading it‘s wings, giving a smile that could only be obvious as a façade to hide your fear.

Well, from old tales, he couldn't quite blame you for your fright. People tended to get greedy when offered anything from a click of a finger.

"I thank you for freeing me," You began steadily, glancing over him to search for the greed eminating from his veins, "In return for your benevolence, I offer you three wishes."

The man paused for a moment, before humming;

"No thanks, I can do without."