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*clicks fingers*You teleport right into a dinosaur's mouth and are promptly eaten.

I wish I could control Nature.

Granted, as you start to play with earthquakes, the Earth opens up beneath you and swollows you whole.

I wish to be stronger then an elephant with out a change in my size or frame shape.

Granted. You are now as strong as an elephant. You also have the same interests as an elephant. You are hebivorous and spend much of your time eating or looking for things to eat. You are content to play in rivers and streams in your spare time and the thought of blowing things up horrifies you.

I wish I was in San Sebastian

Geni takes a earth day off to ponder his next wish and gives his wish granting powers to the Australian parlament who not knowing what or where San Sebastian is send you there in their blind, drunken stuppor and you end up in a San Sebastian little pricesses womb only to wait a full 9 months to be delivered into life again.

I wish I did not have complete and utter dominion over this Game Banshee web site. (screamingHEHEHEHELOLY)

Granted. You are no longer Ravager

I wish I could leap out of bed in the morning full of joy and ready for the day

Granted though me and the Genie spend the rest of his day off and his/her wishes with lavish Scandalise women in the comfort of each others arms.

I wish I had as many arms as the stars are infinite

Wish granted. Your puny heart can not support so many arms and you die.

I wish I had X-ray vision.

Granted. Now you can see people's bones and lead sheets but not most walls or sharp falls. Driving gets a bit complicated too. You drive off a cliff, wondering what that whistling sound is (the wind as you fall).

I wish someone would reduce my workload (that I should be doing but haven't really got on top of yet )

Wish granted. You're fired.

I wish I had gone into another line of work.

Genie stops his incestual screaming and grants thou X-Ray vision, but word of it leaks to the wrong sources and so Prince Zod of Krypton arrives and challenges you to a 'look me at now' bout were guilt of his superiority gives you into a comatose state, where you await revival.

I wish I could be an ace spelling bee.


Opps Granted you are a X ray induced therapist required to defend Rav from Krytonians

@ Patrick: Your wish is granted. However, you confuse yourself continually with the quirks and differences between the versions of English around the globe. You go crazy and are locked in a rubber room with certain other SYM individuals.

I still wish I had gone into another line of work.

[QUOTE=Hill]I still wish I had gone into another line of work. [/QUOTE]
Granted, you become a marketing executive, or worse, a telemarketer. Realizing you don't like the second one at all, you wonder why you switched jobs in the first place.

I wish I made more sense.

[QUOTE=dj_venom]*clicks fingers*You teleport right into a dinosaur's mouth and are promptly eaten.
[/QUOTE]Man, that kind of crap really blows me off... Would it be a big hassle to think about it for, like, 3 seconds or maybe 10? I mean, into a dinosaur's mouth isn't exactly where I want to teleport to, is it?! Have a nice day.

Perhaps the teleport went wrong, or a dinosaur's mouth just happened to be in the same location as you were teleporting to?

[QUOTE=Ravager]Perhaps the teleport went wrong, or a dinosaur's mouth just happened to be in the same location as you were teleporting to? [/QUOTE]
Hmpf (hm, there's nothing in between those two...)

Well sorrrry ik, perhaps you would like to be teleported into another orifice of the dinosaur .

But yeah, there is not much more to say, you lost control and paid the price.

I was thinking about doing the whole 'Simpsons killing ancient animals and changing the world' thing, but I thought that was a little cliché.

[QUOTE=Athena]Granted, you become a marketing executive, or worse, a telemarketer. Realizing you don't like the second one at all, you wonder why you switched jobs in the first place.

I wish I made more sense.[/QUOTE]
Granted, you make perfect sense, all around you are amazed, for a while. People start to get annoyed by your perfectly sensible sense, you are exiled from GB for destroying spam, and eventually from the world by attempting to reason with people, you end uyp stuck on the moon with a lifetime supply of hot pockets and no microwave.

I wish that I had the perfect woman as my loving wife.

Granted. You are transported back to Sparta where you are transformed into Menelaus. No good will come of this, Phreddie

I wish I could be invisible at will

Granted. You gain amnesia instead. Then you can have the joy of discovering the Invisible Mode in GB for the first time every day.
I wish to get a good job.

I wish to get a good job.

Granted. Your job is so and so, not great, not bad, but good. The pay isn't great, but you go through it daily, and it will support you for a while. At least, until your next bills come in.

I wish I had a wish.