"If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing." - Corinthians 13.2
Still, Rocks would rather hang out with Mister All-Knowing Nothing than Mister I Love Everyone to Pieces Something.
Anyway, here's a fable rich in literary allusions, a few of which don't even go over Rocks' oddly shaped head. The specifics, the little scene and setting details, are good. Solid voice and pace. The prose flows. Some funny bits, too. Seems like it's meant to parodize the three-wishes genre, except that here the MC gets only one wish, which must be selfish, and that the granter, a metaphysical emoticon whom the MC's rescued from an eternal yellow swirly, promises will not be fucked with. After his request for global nuclear disarmament is refused, the MC wishes for a potion that will make anyone love him, which he intends to use only on hot babes.
The metaphysical emoticon tries to talk him out of this, warns him it will backfire (duh), and encourages him to opt for riches instead. But the MC, who likes getting laid, insists. So he gets his magic potion, and puts it immediately to good use. The metaphysical emoticon checks in regularly to see if the wheels have figuratively fallen off the MC's growing harem, but they never do. The MC is enjoying his wish. The metaphysical emoticon offers to take back the wish and threatens him with supernatural repercussions otherwise. But the MC does not relinquish his wish. So a different supernatural emoticon shoots him in the back with an arrow (probably, Rocks thinks, as a nod to Cupid), killing him instantly. The end. Well... except for some confusing global dissemination of the magic potion which consequences are, for Rocks, anyway, unclear.