Granted. You can now see flocks of them soaring above.
... But then a poacher shoots at the sky and manages to hit a particularly large one flying right over your head. It plummets into you, and you die. :T
I wish I could teleport from my home to Austin, TX and back again, whenever I want.
Granted, but you can only activate your teleport ability by pulling out one of your teeth with a pair of pliers every time you want to use it.
I wish bananas were free.
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Granted, bananas now taste and smell rotten. On the bright side, they are free!
I wish I had a better job.
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
Granted, your current job pays you an extra penny a day and you are required to work 1 minute less per day.
I wish for all of the previous wishes in this thread but that none of the outcomes are the same.
Granted. Everyone's wishes come true, but instead of the previous corrupted outcomes, everyone who has made a wish turns into a paralyzed fish after their wish is granted and they are eaten very slowly and painfully by a bear.
I wish I could tell what other people were thinking before they thought of it.
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Granted. Now you're committed to a psyche ward for observation as your paranoid delusions of deja vu make you unable to deal with reality.
I wish the government would disperse and collapse.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Granted. The entire world falls into a state of extreme chaos and people hunt each other like animals, you being the first to fall victim to a pack of roving degenerate humans.
I wish I had DBZ powers.
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Granted, you turn into Yamacha. That alone is punishment enough.
I wish I had a fish.
Granted. But this song is played 24/7 in your head everyday all day at maximum volume. You can no longer cope!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_miGclPFGs
I wish it could be July!
Granted. It's now July on planet Anxomb XIIX in the Booby sector of the andromeda galaxy. Meanwhile you got snow cancer somehow.
I wish I lost about 30 pounds of fat.
This post brought to you by the power of boobs. Dear lord them boobs. Amen
Granted. The fat-eating monster ripped you open and siphoned off your excess, leaving you to bleed to death.
I wish I could see Genesis in VII: After Years.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Granted, but he only appears for 3 seconds during the hour long gay orgy scene, and you don't know which three seconds.
I wish I had a kitty.
This post brought to you by the power of boobs. Dear lord them boobs. Amen
(sweet! Hour-long gay orgy!)
Granted. You now have a kitty. It is pretty. However, you are now numb and have lost the ability to feel affection.
I wish all Magical Ponies would cease to exist.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Granted. You write stories so wonderfully and beautifully that people actually kill themselves after reading them, knowing that their lives will never be as exciting or fulfilling as the way your book portrays the world. You are executed for committing "mass psychological genocide," a crime newly added to the law books because of your case.Originally Posted by Pitye
Granted. Since every pony in the world is magical, they are all turned into Daleks, who then proceed to destroy all life on Earth.
I wish I had infinite Doritos.
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