And a pie in the face to boot.

(bringing up one's pet in this thread - now that takes guts)

Granted. You find a snug fitting eye patch, which looks stylish and your dog doesn't mind at all wearing. But the strap chaffs at his forehead, causing an infection that blinds him in his remaining eye.

You forgot he gets rabies and goes ape #### on everybody, biting off right nuts everywhere.

Everyone who posted on this thread is somewhat neutered by this feisty foamy formiddable pup.

Marshal Law is fully neutered.

That chafing truly is a #####.

Back on track again. I wish I had a golden toilet seat.

Wish Granted

Your golden toliet seat is very uncomfortable and has super-glue on the top, you don't find this out until you sit down.

I wish that I was a Superhero like Spiderman.

Granted.

Like Spider-man, you're an orphan with your aunt in the hospitol, you're a dork, and the public hates you. They hate you so much, they riot outside your dirt poor house and burn it to the ground.

I wish I could break dance like a professional.

Wish granted. Your dancing is so awful you have broken the art of dance for eternity, and Ice-T then shows up to take one of your kidneys.

I wish that Gambit had never existed.

Granted.

You have created an alternate reality in which Gambit never existed. Thus, you never make the wish. Thus, we go back to this reality in which you don't make the wish and suffer through knowing him.

I wish my NCSoft account was free.

Wish granted. However, because your account is now free, there is no one on staff to keep the games running. Complete anarchy ensues until a maintainance worker mercifully pulls the plug, before heading to the unemployment line.

I wish that it was release day for Mutant Mayhem already.

Wish granted.

Mutant Mayhem comes out. People mutate into hideous beings, and cause chaos all over the world.

KEWL!!!!!!!!!!! Got my Goblin Queen already, now all I need to complete this "Inferno" scenario is N'Astirh. Then let the hallucinating begin.

Now St-Dumas, you forgot to make your wish.

Wish granted, but an unexpected result of my rearranging the whole space/time continuim to suit your petty wants is that Stan Lee dies of pneumonia when he's only ten years old. This creates a new reality in which there is never a Marvel Comics Group to begin with, and thus no Mutant Mayhem.



I wish this had not happened because I really like Spiderman.

I wish I didn't have Attention Defacit Disorder...ooh whats that?
*Wanders off following butterfly.

Wish granted. Stan Lee is still here. Spider-Man is still being read, and now you regret making my wish come true and realize that you should never mess with Doctor Doom's time traveling devices.

I wish that I knew what to wish for, even if it does go terribly wrong.

I already made that wish. BE MORE CREATIVE!!!