During the earlier explosion, Matchstick Girl had escaped unharmed thanks to Genie's protection. She looked at him in confusion and asked, "Uncle Genie, why did you save me? I'm not your master. Even if I were, you wouldn't be obligated to save me, would you?"
"If I were in danger, I bet this guy would just let me die."
Andrew spoke with undisguised disdain. This guy kept insisting that he couldn't break the rules, yet the moment Matchstick Girl was in danger, he had rushed straight over.
Genie looked a little embarrassed. "It was instinct. I couldn't control it. I don't know what I was before I became a genie, but I must have been a loving husband, or perhaps a father.
"Ah, I really want to gain my freedom soon, marry a wife, and have ten children."
Andrew quipped, "Why not eleven? Then you could put together a soccer team."
"A soccer team? What's that? Since you say so, Boss, eleven it is."
Andrew was speechless at Genie's reply. Too tired to pursue the subject, he asked, "Genie, can you raise Little Matchstick's power to the level where she can sell nuclear bombs?"
Matchstick Girl stared unblinkingly at Genie. Having tried nuclear bombs twice, she no longer wanted to drop back down, nor did she want to toil away selling matches to grow stronger. In short: Uncle, I don't want to work hard anymore.
"I can, but Boss, you only have one wish left."
Genie reminded him, "Once you've used all your wishes, I'll leave you and wait for my next master to appear."
Andrew shrugged and handed the Magic Lamp to Matchstick Girl. "You make the wishes. Have him increase your power, then give it back to me after you've made three."
"That's allowed?"
Matchstick Girl was stunned.