[Please don't joke about murder, Mr. Mailbox. The last thing this kid needs is to be paranoid about being killed in his sleep, okay.]

W-wishes? [That sounds suspect...] No, no, that can't be right. I-it's impossible to grant wishes... isn't it?

...well, I- I mean I have met witches before, so maybe.. a wish isn't entirely as impossible as I thought. [And there's also the weird voice in his head telling him about his role so. Well okay wishes aren't the weirdest thing here after all. Gotta get your priorities straight, Wirt.]

So- so uh, are you wearing some kind of costume? Or did you.. throw a rock at a mailbox and wound up cursed?