[ WP ] Write a Calvin-ball match between a lawyer and a genie

`` Genie.'' 
 
 `` Mr. Roadman.'' 
 
 The two masters of loopholes, Charles Roadman and a genie, stood in the middle of a massive field; today was their monthly game of Calvinball. Mr. Roadman, the layer was dressed in a sharp, jet black suit and held only a briefcase. 
 
 The genie appeared as regular man in his forties but his skin had a feint-greenish look to it. His attire looked like something out of *One Thousand and One Nights*. 
 
 As usual, the game began with a staring contest. Well-trained, the match lasted for several minutes before the genie blinked. 
 
 `` Ha, that's one point for me,'' Roadman stated. Genie snapped his fingers and a water balloon came out of nowhere, hitting Charles on the back of the head. 
 
 `` Now you're at negative one flobbity points. I have 10 points,'' The genie retorted. 
 
 `` No, the rules clearly state that a water balloon must hit me in the stomach to validate a loss of points. By stating that incorrectly, you lose 50 points and I gain 100.'' The genie sneered before a football magically appeared in his hand. 
 
 `` Go long.'' Charles ran about thirty yards out before the genie launched the ball fifty yards beyond him. `` You have to get that or you forfeit the game.'' The lawyer rolled his eyes before jogging to retrieve the football which disappeared as soon as he reach it. 
 
 `` Hey! That's a blatant disregard of the rules. I just gained 50 bajillion points because of that.'' The genie released an exasperated sigh; he'd been having too much fun. Charles was leaning against a tree before he slowly walked back. He reached down to pick up his suitcase. 
 
 `` Woah, you ca n't do that. Your briefcase is clearly in the No-touchy Zone!'' The genie declared. 
 
 `` But I touched the tree, so that cancels out the No-touchy Zone,'' the lawyer responded. The genie stared at him like he'd obviously forgotten something. 
 
 `` But you *also* walked through Area of Cancellation, which renders the tree null.'' Charles was insulted. 
 
 `` Do n't you start using legal talk at me, *I'm* the lawyer here. Besides, there's a yellow flag inside of my case, so that allows me to walk through the Area of Cancellation with no consequences.'' 
 
 `` It's a Friday,'' the genie flatly added. 
 
 `` It's the third Friday of the month, though.'' 
 
 `` But it's a leap year.'' Charles ran twenty paces to his left and planted his flag. He darted back. 
 
 `` Planting the yellow flag there means that leap years do n't count in this round.'' 
 
 `` That does n't count, the flag has to be golden!'' The genie's voice was rising. 
 
 `` Any shade of yellow works! Have you even read the rulebook?'' Charles was beginning to throw a tantrum. 
 
 `` Not according to *my* rulebook!'' The genie yelled. 
 
 `` Your rulebook does n't count according to mine!'' It had escalated into a yelling match. 
 
 A croquet mallet suddenly appeared along with a hoop and ball. The genie hit the ball perfectly through the hoop before they disappeared. 
 
 `` Now it does.'' He said with a smile. 
 
 `` Nope! You have to sign this contract for that to be true,'' Charles protested, pulling a legal document out of his briefcase. 
 
 `` Contracts are n't legal unless you wish for them to apply to you as well,'' the genie loudly retorted. 
 
 `` Fine. I wish for the contract to apply to me so long as you sign.'' The genie signed and there was a flash of light. 
 
 The two sighed simultaneously. 
 
 `` Not again,'' the lawyer whined. 
 
 `` Yep,'' the genie groaned, `` we accidentally switched bodies again. Want to reverse it?'' 
 
 `` We ca n't. I threw something in there about the effects lasting for a month.'' Charles was kicking himself in the genie's body. The genie was straightening his suit. 
 
 `` Why do we play this game again?'' The genie asked. Charles shrugged. 
 
 `` I always enjoyed the comic is the best answer I can give.'' 
 
 `` Welp. I'll see you next month?'' The genie proposed. 
 
 `` I guess so. See you then.'' 
 
 The two shook hands before parting ways.
