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Granted, they kill yourself instead now. I wish my Englishing skills were biggerer.

Banned for being repetitive.

He then washed

Catastrophic core meltdown detected. Press any button to vent nuclear waste at hospitals.

Banned for being in a cabin. Move to the city, yokel!

Yep. Person below me has established a major base on a planet/moon.

I landed my plane on another plane because I needed to transfer fuel from the one I crashed upside down yesterday, and the docking ports are between the landing gear. It actually worked, sort of.

Well, I've landed? Doesn't count? Aww. Person below me liked the Avengers.

Granted. The battle is over far too rapidly however, as Cthulhu is powerful beyond our wildest imagination, and Godzilla is just a giant lizard. I wish pacman -Syu wouldn't crash in the middle of updating Gnome for no reason whatsoever.

Yuno Axes.

False. Unless it's true. But it isn't. Person below me has drawn/written Kerbal things.

Granted, but your first launch is a misfire, and your house is destroyed. I wish for some good hard sci-fi.

Today, Great Pharaoh Winston Churchill met with Tsar Gorbachev of the Soviet Commonwealth and king Lincoln of the United Moonstations to discuss the possibility of mutual disbandment of nuclear weapons. Media and French people all over the world are celebrating this with customary fried mosquitoes. In other news, pterodactyl attacks are on the rise in Australia, prompting the Norwegian Dinoaid Corporation to increase global rates. More on this at ten.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought caves were impossible with the current planet rendering system? If not, everything should have caves. Going exploring in a cave-rover would be so cool.

Granted, but someone steals your crown. I wish for a hamburger.

True. Person below me has English as their main language.

Indeed, and I survive on starlight. Person below me speaks Italian.

Granted, but it's spoiled. I wish for skill.

Jool is approximately the size of Earth. Far from superjovian.

Granted, but it's a cucumber pie. I wish for croissants.

Indeed I am. Still can't get normal rockets to fly well, though. Person below me breaks the laws of physics on a daily basis.

True. I actually am somewhere, shockingly enough. You been spying on me? Person below me is an enemy infiltrator.

Granted, but you become me. I wish for MORE THRUST.