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I pretend to eat it, then I pretend to choke on the food. Your restaurant goes out of business. The next poster is being fried up and served to the user after the next user.

Granted. The fish BURSTS INTO FLAMES IMMEDIATELY. I wish there were no ironic consequences of playing Don't Starve.

She purrs like an... erm... horrible monster?

I throw the scientists back at you. The next poster no longer has a nervous system.

Granted. He covers the entire planet in an odd green substance and murders every human except you. Then he mass multiplies and a space center pops out of the ground. Also the universal constants have changed, shrinking the solar -- kerbolar system, at this point. You watch Earth go away as the Kerbals send you into the Green planet. I wish Jool was made of pure Kethane, and merely aerobraking in it would magically fill all kethane tanks onboard.

Granted. 'Muricans INVENTED dark runic languages which destroyed those who do not speak unoriginal 'Murican english. I wish that the game, Don't Starve, was extremely popular.

Granted. You hate chocolate-chip cookies. I wish humans fused with animals to form humanimals.

Granted. It's in the sun. I wish humans had rain instead of brains.

Granted. After Werhner Von Kerman builds a machine that spits out N.E.R.V.A.'s for use in flight, a crazy kerbonaut crashes so many that Kerbals go extinct from radiation. I wish sea life evolved after land life.

Granted. After drowning in highly pressurized Liquid Fuel, you face doom as a certain SLS engine blasts you into less than ashes. I wish Tangle was the Wishmaking Fairy.

All planets & Gilly are far too massive to be pushed, therefore they cannot be pushed by even class E asteroids.

Granted. Jeb, (a) developer of Minecraft, has grown BRAIN TENTACLES. He lifts things with them. I wish telekinesis was so unpopular anyone who wishes it gets executed.

*hug* idk

Granted. A pig chopped your back off and cooked it into bacon. I wish there was a forum for existence itself, complete with developers, moderators, and a functioning Suggestions & Ideas section.

I hit you in the head with a shovel. I bury you under the hill (~30 ft of dirt & rock). My hill and buried alive hill claimer.

Granted. To do telekinesis, you have to do 5*10^700 pushups every day for 4 years. I wish the sun was a baby face like in the creepy show, Teletubbies.

Granted. It doesn't like you. I wish I had an understanding of how the disallowance of kabarbing and beepling is part of the rules.

Beeple. There are more kabafarbs, but no more than there already will be. I kabafarb to receive an A-Class asteroid. From space. Fully intact.

Granted. You can only capture a dream by releasing two dreams. I wish that asteroids spoke(vibrated? fires radio waves?) english(/radio signals easily translated to english?)

Granted. They were the only two horses to exist. Due to inbreeding, the species of Tangle's two horses goes extinct. I kabafarb that the kabafarb granting process stopped using the word "granted".

I come back up the hill and kick you into Jack and Jill. I am prepared to kick any incoming hill claimers. My hill.

Granted. Your feet sink into the ground and the shoes are lost (forever) I wish that the wish granting and making process stopped using the word "wish".

Tylo. Since I've never been on/near it I've developed a hate of massive moons without atmospheres. I started thinking it was a glowing pink small moon like Bop and Pol.

Granted. There has been an error in your breakfast cereal bowl. I wish Mr. Spock had no pants and sang about Bilbo Baggins during a Star Trek episode.

I kick you into a well. A volcano well, that is. You burn to ashes. My hill with a half-eaten picnic.