[After the last wish has been granted... Messenger again looks a little blurry around the edges.
The ground around you rumbles and cracks.. above, light filters through a forming hole...]
Ah.. just in time.
All you go off now. Try not to take any more wooden nickels.
Even if I do, most sincerely, most deeply, thank you all for your almost incomprehensible bad judgement.
[Rocks and whole sections of the ceiling begins to fall in and the Old Man surges up around the edges. Around you, lights begin to shimmer as every transportation deck on the Enterprise goes into overtime.]