[ WP ] When you wish upon a star , it 's actually a satellite , and your wish has been recorded & cataloged . An agent is now assigned to your case .

`` God dammit.'' 
 
 `` What's up, Paul?'' Frank swivelled around in his chair. 
 
 Paul pulled his headset off from his ears. `` Another fucking kid looking for his mom.'' He stood up and put his hands on his hips. `` That makes like, 18 this month already. I ca n't keep up with these numbers, man, it ca n't be done! How can I do even one of these? It's not fair!'' 
 
 Frank held back his giggles and unclipped his headset. `` Can you blame'em?'' 
 
 `` No, I ca n't blame them. But fuck'em!'' He raised his hands in the air. `` Fuck *me*, I guess!'' 
 
 `` C'mon Paul, it's not that bad.'' Frank reached over beside his computer and picked up a clipboard. Tracing his finger down the page, he stopped and tapped. `` I had one of those last month. I just filed it under'Non-Viable' and moved on to the next request.'' 
 
 Paul dropped back down into his chair. `` But that's only one time. This is 18. I ca n't make my quota when they keep routing me these shitty wishes. And my track record is dropping. I'm gon na lose my job, man.'' 
 
 Frank rolled over and patted Paul on the shoulder. `` Dude, do n't worry. Mike had a run of dumb ones a couple of months ago. He just gave them what they wanted and marked them'Complete'.'' He leaned in closer to Paul, `` *You do n't always have to Grant by the book*'' 
 
 Paul leaned back and stroked his chin. `` *Really? *''. He picked up the phone on his desk. `` Yeah, it's J83. Can you get me a team together?'' 
 
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 The doorbell rang and Timmy put his teddy bear down and ran to the door. He was n't normally allowed to open the door by himself but his father was laying in bed and told him to do as he pleased today. He reached up to the doorknob and swung open the door. There was no one outside, only a large sac sitting next to the doormat. Timmy untied the rope and looked inside. 
 
 He screamed.
