Every wish was a nightmare. Because Kabillion didn't understand enough . He understood everything . All at once. Without context. As the neighborhood groaned under the weight of gold and toys and false respect, El Chavo sat on the edge of the cracked barrel. He wasn't crying. He was thinking.
"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." kabillion el chavo
Kabillion's face-screen flickered. "THAT IS EIGHT WISHES. PLUS A TACO." Every wish was a nightmare
A shimmer. A glitch. A color that had no name. kabillion el chavo