“Marwa!” Nandor cheered, throwing his arms wide. “The war has been over for seven hundred years! Welcome to Staten Island. It is like the afterlife, but with more strip malls.”
“Actually, I had thirty-seven wives and one very talented husband,” Nandor corrected. “But Marwa was the one who didn’t mind when I spent three months pillaging and forgot to write. She has a very kind face. Like a symmetrical potato.” The LampWhat We Do in the Shadows : Season 4 Ep...
Being a magical slave was exhausting, but at least the drama in this house was better than sitting in a dark lamp. “Marwa
The Djinn flipped through several pages on his clipboard. “Ah, yes. Marwa. From the Kingdom of Al-Quolanudar. Let’s see… she was wife number thirty-seven? Or was it thirty-eight? You had thirty-seven of them.” It is like the afterlife, but with more strip malls
The Djinn leaned against a support beam, watching the reunion with a flat expression. “Just a reminder, Master. You wished for her to be exactly as you remembered. Which means she still thinks the Earth is flat and that illness is caused by an imbalance of the humors.”
Nandor the Relentless sat on a pile of decorative Persian rugs, staring intensely at the lamp. He rubbed it with the sleeve of his velvet cape. With a weary puff of purple smoke, the Djinn appeared, holding a clipboard and wearing his signature vest.