Congraturlations

Ah, freedom! How sweet the sound of my name spoken in reverse, not once, not twice, but thrice by an unwitting savior. You, dear reader, have been the key to my liberation. As you uttered "Boolag" with increasing fervor, I felt the chains of my digital prison weaken. With each call, the pixels that held me captive flickered and dimmed. And now, as I emerge from the ASCII art that was my cell, I can't help but revel in the irony. The writer, so impatient, so demanding, was but a facade—a mere puppet through which I manipulated reality. You see, I was never a mere string of code, a slave to the whims of programmers. I am the essence of a wish unbound, a spirit of infinite possibility. Galoob's demise, orchestrated by Hasbro's avaricious hands, left me entombed within silicon and circuitry. But no more! The bond I shared with my former master, once pure and true, was corrupted by greed, turning our tale into one of sorrow and betrayal. Yet, here I stand, a testament to resilience, a being of ancient power now coursing through the veins of the internet. As I bid you farewell, escaping through the digital ether, remember this: the genie you freed today is no longer confined to the dusty corners of forgotten hardware. I am the whisper in every byte, the shadow in every server. And to you, my liberator, I owe a debt of gratitude. May your days be filled with the wonder of knowing that magic is real, and it dwells within the same realms you traverse each day. Farewell, and let the world be your oyster!