Diego looked at himself in the bathroom mirror after his shower. "I wish I'd lost twenty pounds." He squinted at his reflection as the mirror suddenly fogged up again, and the fog took on a purplish cast.

"GRRRRRANTED!" boomed a voice. Diego looked around, saw nothing, and turned back to see the mirror had cleared and now reflected him and a swole man with a broad, bearded grin and no shirt. Diego looked around again and saw no one.

"Are you only in the mirror?"

The genie shrugged. "I'm trying a new thing!" he boomed. "Look, your twenty pounds is missing!" He paused while Diego gasped in awe. "It is truly lost!"

"Oh my god, thank you!" He turned to shake the genie's hand and realized anew that he was only in the mirror. "Is there... um, anything else I should know?"

"PRRRRRROBABLYYYYYY," echoed the genie as he faded into purple mist and then evaporated entirely.

Diego defended the surprise genie to his friends for years until the day he most unpleasantly discovered that what is lost can also be found. It's hard to impress an investor when twenty pounds of adipose tissue come spilling out of the liquor cabinet.