"I have traveled the multiverse," Kabillion whispered, his voice now a gentle hum. "I have seen supernovas and singularities. But I have never seen anyone turn one tortilla into a feast."
"THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE," he hissed. "I AM KABILLION. I DO NOT DO 'ENOUGH.' I DO NOT DO 'A LITTLE.' I DO OVERFLOWING. I DO CATASTROPHIC." kabillion el chavo
El Chavo stood up. He walked through the gold coins, past the robotic bowing neighbors, and placed his small hand on Kabillion's shimmering sleeve. "I have traveled the multiverse," Kabillion whispered, his
"Gratitude for the small." Kabillion did not leave. He shrank. He folded his cosmic suit into a worn purple blanket and took up residence behind the water barrel. He no longer granted wishes. Instead, he did something far stranger. "I AM KABILLION
"Good night, El Chavo. May your barrel always hold water. And your heart, a kabillion kindnesses."
He listened.