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Granted, however, I have allergies. It's vomit. I wish for megatiger not to wish for my wish.

Granted. Your mouth starts bleeding, it's a gallon jug of pineapple! I wish for pineapples to be filled entirely with deadly spikes instead of yellowish goodness.

I use 2G science. My antimatter-stealing (capitalist) lasers.

That's already half the game industry, I think. I like to imagine that it's that they take two ideas and create a chimera game.

Granted. EA doesn't know what better is and sues Shores of Hazeron, then copies it and made it into a terrible game. I wish that everything first tenses.

"He's dead, Jim."

Granted. It grew into an ugly, but it's still a perfect sapphire crystal. I wish that my sapphire crystals would grow into uglies.

Suddenly, Ocean-Laythe pirates. The pirates fire a cannonball into the pony with power armour. The power armour cannot actually block the immense momentum, and the pony is knocked into the water. My booty.

Then he would tell you what would happen instead of me. What if I got ninja'd by General Rarity?

Granted. You are now in my soup, and present a threat to me. Quieter! There's a sleeping bean in my soup!

Granted. It's shielded (accursed) with an entity called "turbulence". You fly away without the airplane and go splat. I wish I owned all the turbulence in the world.

Granted. You choke on the package, which looks/tastes/smells exactly like the bacon in every way except it's made of plastic. I wish I was warned before every bad thing happened to me.

All lists should (be able to) use folders, and this is one of such lists.

Toolbar mod. ---> Easter egg appears sometimes like that.

Granted. Megatiger ate it and gained infinite negative consequences. I wish to eat an infinite amount of negative consequences.

Granted. The sports fans like it anyways, and make incomprehensible hooting noises. Soon, Sauron's nose rises out of the ground and starts conquering the earth. I wish for a quite spiky doom.

Naw man, that's just a gas giant. Waiter! There's a ghost in my soup!

I start brewing a cup of tea. My tea.

Because you keep calling me over here. Waiter! This restaurant is a soup bowl!

Granted. The kids get worm parasites that have been created unnaturally by me. They are most effective when they hide inside tiny clumps of wet dirt or other mudlike substances. I wish that children who go in mud get attacked by worm parasites.

Granted. It suddenly pulls you into it with its eldritch powers and places you into an alternate dimension where giant monster worms feed on your soul. I wish that a hard back copy of the Cadaeic Cadenza would pull me in with its eldritch powers and place me into an alternate dimension where giant monster worms feed on my soul.

Granted. People who get their throats sore no longer have throats. I wish for unlimited twenty-two's.

Granted. I said it, and you suffer the consequences. Nobody actually knows who did it anymore, they just despise you subconsciously. I wish that unicorns were jerks.

Granted, but it's rotten due to age and not being refrigerated on delivery. Thanks again, relativity (or nothing in particular)! I wish for the whack-a-kerbal gun.

Granted. You immediately become older, thanks to nothing in particular (oh noes, it's relativity). I wish that I will make 200 more wishes simultaneously at the same time this one is granted.