The genji claps his hand and the deed is done.
"What about you?" the genie asked the Iranian, who says, "I want a wall 200 feet high around the lands of the Muslims with no infidels.
The genji claps his hands and the deed is done.
The genie turns to the Irishman, who asks, "Can you fill those walls with whiskey?"
The genie smiles and says, "Your wish is my command. Fainne oir ort!"
The Irish are a sensible people, although an old friend asked after hearing the joke, "Jameson or Bushmills? It matters."
Jamesons of course with its pure pot still taste.