Granted. The universe is being controlled by a desktop Linux comp. The nerd who owns it decides to make the sun roar and smash the earth to pieces on its head. I wish for an angry sun, like the one the nerd made.
I use /spreadplayers @e. All of you (and me (and every object that is not a voxel)) appear on Square-Voxel megaplanet. I'm the only one to land on a hill. My hill, composed primarily of square-voxels.
Granted. It's a single word, hidden in the HOCGaming charity livestream. (srsly, he probably did say something in that stream) I wish for a regular dozen.
Oh, the Quantum Vacuum Plasma actually turned out to be a string attached to your meats and vegetables. They just flew away. Waiter, there's a white hole in my soup! It appears to be flooding the restaurant with soup.
Granted. You do not live on Kerbin. When you try out the rocket propelled grenade, the laser guide is theoretically infinitely powerful. The universe explodes from infinite energy being expelled. I wish for a time.
Wormholes are actually a kind of black hole. They would probably merge, thus destroying 2 black holes and creating a wormhole. What if ice could form at 60 degrees Centigrade?
Granted. You cannot legally program the drone, and it is used by XBox Man to advertise air conditioning. I wish for xboxes to be replaced by boxes containing alien monsters.
Well, did you order any? Waiter, there's a restaurant in my soup! Did your restaurant's chef cut up the rivaling restaurants and hide the evidence in the soup?