A shimmer. A glitch. A color that had no name.
"What is this?" the god asked.
"THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE," he hissed. "I AM KABILLION. I DO NOT DO 'ENOUGH.' I DO NOT DO 'A LITTLE.' I DO OVERFLOWING. I DO CATASTROPHIC." kabillion el chavo
Kabillion's face-screen flickered. "THAT IS EIGHT WISHES. PLUS A TACO."
He listened.
When Chavo cried, Kabillion made the stars shine a little brighter through the cracks in the roof. When Don Ramón sighed, Kabillion made the wind carry the smell of fresh bread from a distant bakery. When Quico bragged, Kabillion made a nearby frog ribbit exactly on cue, making everyone laugh.
"Well, you see… I wish that Don Ramón didn't have to pay rent. But also that Doña Florinda would laugh once in a while. And that Quico would share his ball. And that Señor Barriga wasn't so lonely. And that the popsicle man would come by twice." A shimmer
"STATE IT."