"And what is your wish, oh insignificant mortal?" the demon demanded.
"Holy jumping miracles!" Karl laughed hysterically, jumping up and down in glee. "The spell really worked!"
"Be quick and tell me what you wish for," said the demon. "I don't have all day. You wouldn't believe my workload this close to the holiday rush!"
"I'd like a billion dollars in pure gold," said Karl, his eyes all aglow.
"Easy," said the demon, snapping several of his claws. "Hold out your hands." Immediately a billions dollars in pure gold materialized a dozen feet above Karl's head.
"No! Wait--I can't hold all that in my hands!" Karl screeched as the demon released the mass of precious metal--which promptly smashed the poor man into the ground.
"Tsk, tsk," said the demon. "I keep forgetting these puny mortals can't handle heavy loads. When are they going to wise up--and ask me for a check!