Granted. Pizza pizzas. Pizza pizza pizza, pizza pizza. Pizza pizza Pizza's pizza, pizza pizza pizza pizza PIZZA pizza.
I wish HC accidentally the pony.
Granted. Pizza pizzas. Pizza pizza pizza, pizza pizza. Pizza pizza Pizza's pizza, pizza pizza pizza pizza PIZZA pizza.
I wish HC accidentally the pony.
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granted, its new target is your clean laundry.
I wish for derpy to sing a song.
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Granted. Johnny Derp sings "What is love" by Hathaway in his pirate voice, but says "burn me" instead of "hurt me." And after the concert Tim Derpton hires him to be in another movie that he totally came up with the idea for by himself. But some angry actor, distraught over being passed over for the lead role in favor of Johnny Derp, sneaks some hypnotic suggestion into the credits, and everyone who sticks around to the end of the movie ends up throwing chihuahua-shaped bricks (what?) off a ledge into oncoming traffic during clown rush hour, causing a forty-three car pileup. Thousands of clowns who were piled into their tiny cars die horribly slow, agonizingly painful deaths, because you wanted Derpy to sing.
I wish I had purple socks.
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All of the clowns were actually scientists working on curing cancer and inventing portal guns.
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Granted: you knew... but now you don't know it anymore..
so.. that wasn't a verry useful wish.
i wish for nutella
Granted. It's full of worms.
I wish for a bowl of the greatest potato salad in the world.
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Granted. It is made of my sperm.
I wish to fart.
granted, however, since you did not wish for the farting to end, it shall not. Ever. Never again will you be able to enjoy a party, for you shall be kicked out for expelling infinite amounts of fumes in the vicinity. Also, you have to wear super stretchy mega diapers for the rest of your life because the gas expells your waste out at a speed of 80 miles an hour 24/7. you spend all your money on pants. eventually, your house becomes so full of gas that it is no longer safe for anyone to use fire in the neighborhood because of the dense cloud of flatus that has settled over the city. you are eventually launched into space by the US government in order to stop the problem, however even after you have suffocated to death in space, your body continues to fart en infinitem, and over a period of several millenia, you expell enough gas to create a gas giant that rivals saturn in size. It continues to grow, eventually overtaking the whole solar system. after five million years the gas planet reaches critical mass and collapses in itself, becoming a star. At this point your body is incinerated and you no longer fart.
I wish I was dead
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Granted. You wake up in hell.
I wish to be a Lancer.
granted, you get crashed immediatly.
I wish I could sing better
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Granted. You sing with the voice of Justin Bieber.
I wish that HC could never corrupt my wishes.