"Yikes," Hal winced. "Bet ol' Lexy-poo didn't like that one too much, but that's the name of the game, I suppose."
Green Lantern thought for a moment before he gave his blessings. "Granted, but it'll only be one kind of sandwich always -- nothing else will even come close to having much flavor after your first bite. All the other food you try will be bland, tasteless, and smell like its gone off. It's a terrible exchange, really."
He turned his gaze toward the sky and a grin marked its way across his smug face.
"Since this is all fun 'n games, I wish I was just a little more punctual. Being late to everything has cost me so much -- it sucks."
Green Lantern thought for a moment before he gave his blessings. "Granted, but it'll only be one kind of sandwich always -- nothing else will even come close to having much flavor after your first bite. All the other food you try will be bland, tasteless, and smell like its gone off. It's a terrible exchange, really."
He turned his gaze toward the sky and a grin marked its way across his smug face.
"Since this is all fun 'n games, I wish I was just a little more punctual. Being late to everything has cost me so much -- it sucks."
"Hah! Green! Ya done messed up, baby boy. Wish granted! You'll be more punctual. Neva late again. But bein' early ain't so good neitha! Ya also very punch-ual, hehe. Whenever ya show up early fa' somethin' ya get punched right in that pretty lil' face of ya's!
Harley gave Hal a sweet smile as she turned away.
"Guess I ain't learned my lesson yet. I wish fa' a Coke!"
Harley gave Hal a sweet smile as she turned away.
"Guess I ain't learned my lesson yet. I wish fa' a Coke!"
“Granted. But every Coke that shows up is flat, lukewarm, and in one of those teeny tiny glass bottles that only make you madder the thirstier you are. Oh, and it will burst like a geyser the second you touch it, right in the cleavage. Hope you weren’t planning on looking expensive.”
Bella leaned lazily against the post, twirling a strand of her black hair and letting her smirk grow. “Better luck next wish, sugar.”
She crossed one heel over the other, eyes glinting with mischief. “As for me? I wish for a walk-in closet the size of a ballroom. Enchanted, obviously, so it always knows exactly what I want to wear.”
After a beat, “Though if it tosses me lingerie and heels every time I say ‘I’m staying in,’ I’ll know it’s possessed by my missing ex.”
Bella leaned lazily against the post, twirling a strand of her black hair and letting her smirk grow. “Better luck next wish, sugar.”
She crossed one heel over the other, eyes glinting with mischief. “As for me? I wish for a walk-in closet the size of a ballroom. Enchanted, obviously, so it always knows exactly what I want to wear.”
After a beat, “Though if it tosses me lingerie and heels every time I say ‘I’m staying in,’ I’ll know it’s possessed by my missing ex.”
With a smile edging on pure evil, he snapped both his fingers and said, “Granted! But there is a catch."
He took Bella's hand and led her into a walk-in closet the size of a ballroom and decorated to the nines in...80's style pop art.
Turning into Bob Barker from the good ol' years of the Price is Right, he announced. “Yes! That's right. The enchantress that governs his magical walk-in closet does not care what you wish to wear for she knows better. You will either be dressed perpetually like a Disney princess or in the delights of the iconic fashion of the 1980s."
Gandrell spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the world with wild blends and the joys of "more is more." Featuring gravity-defying big hair sprayed into submission, neon-colored everything, jelly bracelets adorning your arms from wrist to elbow, your very own collection of Swatches, and shoulder pads that gave everyone a football-player silhouette. Acid-washed or "stone-washed" denim is still king in this closet. You will often find yourself dressed in a head-to-toe "Canadian tuxedo" look, while animal prints of leopard, zebra, and snakeskin paired with sequins and metallics are there to add to the dramatic, "untamed glamour" of it all. But don't worry, there is always room for more sequined dresses with ruffles for added flair. Your life will be full of loud patterns that will add to the maximalist glamour that now is all yours. You will also have the pleasure of bringing back the leg warmers, spandex, and tight-fitting dolphin shorts. Enjoy your new closet!"
Gandrell grinned at his handy work and left Bella alone with the Enchantress who was approaching the Mob Boss with a can of hair spray and a power suit.
“Now for myself...Hmmmm..." He took a deep breath and wished for the only thing he hadn't successfully obtained for himself. “I wish to find true love who will stay with me until my end."
He took Bella's hand and led her into a walk-in closet the size of a ballroom and decorated to the nines in...80's style pop art.
Turning into Bob Barker from the good ol' years of the Price is Right, he announced. “Yes! That's right. The enchantress that governs his magical walk-in closet does not care what you wish to wear for she knows better. You will either be dressed perpetually like a Disney princess or in the delights of the iconic fashion of the 1980s."
Gandrell spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the world with wild blends and the joys of "more is more." Featuring gravity-defying big hair sprayed into submission, neon-colored everything, jelly bracelets adorning your arms from wrist to elbow, your very own collection of Swatches, and shoulder pads that gave everyone a football-player silhouette. Acid-washed or "stone-washed" denim is still king in this closet. You will often find yourself dressed in a head-to-toe "Canadian tuxedo" look, while animal prints of leopard, zebra, and snakeskin paired with sequins and metallics are there to add to the dramatic, "untamed glamour" of it all. But don't worry, there is always room for more sequined dresses with ruffles for added flair. Your life will be full of loud patterns that will add to the maximalist glamour that now is all yours. You will also have the pleasure of bringing back the leg warmers, spandex, and tight-fitting dolphin shorts. Enjoy your new closet!"
Gandrell grinned at his handy work and left Bella alone with the Enchantress who was approaching the Mob Boss with a can of hair spray and a power suit.
“Now for myself...Hmmmm..." He took a deep breath and wished for the only thing he hadn't successfully obtained for himself. “I wish to find true love who will stay with me until my end."
Ravenna tilted her head, a mischievous glint dancing in her sea-blue eyes as her lips curved into a sly smile. “True love, you say? Very well,” With a languid snap of her fingers, the magic curled around you like silk, and your wish is granted.
But instead of a soulmate, you find yourself hopelessly enamored with the one person guaranteed never to abandon you: yourself. Every time your reflection catches your eye, your heart skips a beat. The mirror becomes your altar, your gaze lingering on your own features until hours slip by. Around your friends, conversation falters as you gush endlessly about your charm, your brilliance, your victories... until your presence grows insufferable, your company a curse disguised as affection.
Ravenna, thoroughly pleased with her handiwork, turns smoothly toward the next soul in line. Her smile deepens, wicked and inviting. “Alright, for my wish. I would love to travel anywhere at anytime that I want without any expenses or stress.”
But instead of a soulmate, you find yourself hopelessly enamored with the one person guaranteed never to abandon you: yourself. Every time your reflection catches your eye, your heart skips a beat. The mirror becomes your altar, your gaze lingering on your own features until hours slip by. Around your friends, conversation falters as you gush endlessly about your charm, your brilliance, your victories... until your presence grows insufferable, your company a curse disguised as affection.
Ravenna, thoroughly pleased with her handiwork, turns smoothly toward the next soul in line. Her smile deepens, wicked and inviting. “Alright, for my wish. I would love to travel anywhere at anytime that I want without any expenses or stress.”
The stylish vampire’s laughter spilled from the corner, louder than the room deserved, and sharper than her smile. “You call that a corruption?” The blonde finally drifted into view, sea-green eyes sweeping over Gandrell with all the indulgence one might spare a beloved but hopeless cause. He was her dearest friend, which was precisely why she could never resist sharpening her teeth on him. “Darling, that’s not corruption. That’s just a Tuesday evening for him. You did forget the sequins, though. He grows practically immortal in those. Longer, taller, shinier… like some dreadful chandelier that simply won’t die.”
Lydia then turned to Ravenna. "And as for you. Wish granted… but while you may choose the time and place, you never choose the flesh you wear. One moment, you arrive in the body of a rat scurrying through the filth of Versailles, watching jeweled shoes step over you. Another, you find yourself a child soldier, hands too small for the rifle, eyes too wide for the horrors you’re forced to see. Sometimes you stand in silks and crowns, a king adored, feared, and murdered by morning. Other times you’re a plague-ridden beggar, coughing your lungs onto cobblestones. You see the wonders of history, yes, but through borrowed eyes. You never know whose skin you’ll inhabit, whose fate you’ll inherit. And when you leave...what then? Do you free them? Do you kill them? Or do they remain hollow, broken by the intrusion of your spirit? Every journey leaves a stain. Every body, a question. How many lives are yours, and how many did you ruin just by wishing? You wanted freedom to travel anywhere, anytime. Instead, you became a parasite, a ghost with no true body of your own."
Finished, she gave her own life a long thought. She was a spoiled, entitled vampire that had everything she wanted. But there had always been one thing that lived in her, no matter how she tried to remove it. "If anything, I wish I would have been given the choice to become what I am."
Lydia then turned to Ravenna. "And as for you. Wish granted… but while you may choose the time and place, you never choose the flesh you wear. One moment, you arrive in the body of a rat scurrying through the filth of Versailles, watching jeweled shoes step over you. Another, you find yourself a child soldier, hands too small for the rifle, eyes too wide for the horrors you’re forced to see. Sometimes you stand in silks and crowns, a king adored, feared, and murdered by morning. Other times you’re a plague-ridden beggar, coughing your lungs onto cobblestones. You see the wonders of history, yes, but through borrowed eyes. You never know whose skin you’ll inhabit, whose fate you’ll inherit. And when you leave...what then? Do you free them? Do you kill them? Or do they remain hollow, broken by the intrusion of your spirit? Every journey leaves a stain. Every body, a question. How many lives are yours, and how many did you ruin just by wishing? You wanted freedom to travel anywhere, anytime. Instead, you became a parasite, a ghost with no true body of your own."
Finished, she gave her own life a long thought. She was a spoiled, entitled vampire that had everything she wanted. But there had always been one thing that lived in her, no matter how she tried to remove it. "If anything, I wish I would have been given the choice to become what I am."
"Like, wish granted, man! You got to make the choice. But, like, whatever you endured happened to, like, everyone you've ever loved and cared for."
Shaggy didn't even have food this time. He just stood there, gazing at the woman like he was in a trance. Eventually he snapped out of it.
"I wish I could revisit our old pals, The Hex Girls, and, like, see what they've been up to! They really rock, man!"
Shaggy didn't even have food this time. He just stood there, gazing at the woman like he was in a trance. Eventually he snapped out of it.
"I wish I could revisit our old pals, The Hex Girls, and, like, see what they've been up to! They really rock, man!"
"Like, Granted, dude," he said mockingly in the same stoned out way the guy was talking.
Rowdy raised an unimpressed eyebrow and continued in his normal way of talking. "You get to hang out with The Hex Girls again. However, just as you were walking into their dwelling, they were performing a spell that would turn you into a frog for the rest of the frog's life - total about 20 to 30 years depending on species. So, depending on how old you are, ya might die tomorrow. Enjoy them flies, brah."
He rubbed his palms together and said easily, "I wish I could train my body to have its first and largest poop of the day at 6am. I wake up at 5am, so 6 would be perfect. The rest of the poops can come naturally throughout the day, but that first one...I'd like it to be at 6am."
Rowdy raised an unimpressed eyebrow and continued in his normal way of talking. "You get to hang out with The Hex Girls again. However, just as you were walking into their dwelling, they were performing a spell that would turn you into a frog for the rest of the frog's life - total about 20 to 30 years depending on species. So, depending on how old you are, ya might die tomorrow. Enjoy them flies, brah."
He rubbed his palms together and said easily, "I wish I could train my body to have its first and largest poop of the day at 6am. I wake up at 5am, so 6 would be perfect. The rest of the poops can come naturally throughout the day, but that first one...I'd like it to be at 6am."
Red’s mouth curved, but it wasn’t amusement. It was the thin-lipped cruelty of a predator watching someone feed themselves to the snare. “Wish granted… but never forget. Precision is a curse dressed as order. Six o’clock sharp, as the clock strikes Japan’s dawn, your body will obey. No delay, no mercy. You could be mid-conversation, mid-kiss, mid-kill. Either way, it won’t matter. The hour strikes, and you will void. You could be in church. On a plane. Shackled in front of a crowd. It will come. And you cannot clench against it. You cannot hold it back. The need rips through you like chains dragged from the gut, an executioner’s call that will not be ignored. You asked for discipline. What you’ve earned is humiliation, written in filth at six a.m., every day, forever.”
Satisfied, he turned to his own thoughts, letting himself wonder for just a moment. It was a very small wish, but about as personal as he was willing to get. “I wish I could crave bread, stew, maybe wine. In other words, to have something that would fill me without blood.”
(For context Americans, 6 A.M in Japan is 4 P.M in Central Standard Time!)
Satisfied, he turned to his own thoughts, letting himself wonder for just a moment. It was a very small wish, but about as personal as he was willing to get. “I wish I could crave bread, stew, maybe wine. In other words, to have something that would fill me without blood.”
(For context Americans, 6 A.M in Japan is 4 P.M in Central Standard Time!)
Willow looked up from her phone and blinked a couple of times before bursting out laughing.
"Holy shit, man! I guess you can say he'll always have a shitty day!"
After getting her laugh out she would look at Red with a serious look on her face.
"You only said you wanna crave it. Fine, crave it all you want..."
A sly smirk formed across her face.
"But you can never have it. Even if someone serves it to you, the bread will turn to ash, the stew will dissolve and whatever meats and veggies are in it will go rotten, and the wine? The only wine you'll get is when you whine about not getting anything you crave!"
She would look back down at her phone and finish her text before putting it away.
"I wish that I could experience what it was like to be a kid in the 80's!"
"Holy shit, man! I guess you can say he'll always have a shitty day!"
After getting her laugh out she would look at Red with a serious look on her face.
"You only said you wanna crave it. Fine, crave it all you want..."
A sly smirk formed across her face.
"But you can never have it. Even if someone serves it to you, the bread will turn to ash, the stew will dissolve and whatever meats and veggies are in it will go rotten, and the wine? The only wine you'll get is when you whine about not getting anything you crave!"
She would look back down at her phone and finish her text before putting it away.
"I wish that I could experience what it was like to be a kid in the 80's!"
Why in the Hell would you wish this upon yourself?
"Wish Granted, you insane person! You are now growing up in the 1980s and experiencing first hand and era riddled with anxieties and systemic failures that often targeted children. Beyond the pop culture sheen of bold fashion and new-wave music, kids were exposed to a heavy mixture of societal fears, neglect, and trauma.
The "freedoms" of an unsupervised 80s childhood were often a thinly veiled form of neglect. With less parental involvement, children were often left to fend for themselves, with the motto being, "If we fell, got cut, or burned... well, we'd learn".
Think you're safe at school? Physical punishment was a common and accepted form of discipline. The normalization of hitting and other forms of harsh discipline left some children to face violence as a part of their daily life. If you survived the classroom, now you have to face the playground.
Rust blooms like an infectious disease on the metal slides and merry-go-rounds, their surfaces a mosaic of sharp edges and decaying metal. The worn, splintered wooden planks of the climbing structures are dangerously uneven, their edges promising more than just scraped knees. The sun, whether scorching rays or muted beams, shine down on a stab of metal that operates as a slide. Often burning the backs on the legs, butt, and back. You do not want to go down a hot slide on your belly.
If neglect, being beaten, or the playground hasn't killed you, the secondhand smoke certainly will. Smoking is widely accepted and people can smoke everywhere. Need a new pack? Cigarette vending machines are virtually everywhere and anyone with two bucks in quarters could buy cigarettes - no ID required.
You survived school and the walking chimneys all around, now it's time for some good old toys. Toys in the 80s posed hidden risks to children. From flammable liquids in water yo-yo balls that could cause strangulation to easily exposed, rusted carbon steel in cheap slap bracelets. Loose regulations allowed toys like certain Zany Zappers allowed companies to use hazardous chemicals, creating toxic messes and sharp shards. Other toys featured choking hazards, such as button batteries or tiny parts, and some products, like certain versions of water beads, expanded in the body, causing blockages or internal damage.
Apart from the physical damage caused by toys why don't we throw in some psychological damage as well. Unsettling concepts like the Madballs - grotesque, brain-exposing spheres. The iconic Cabbage Patch Kids, who came with a sense of babies being grown in a garden and abandoned, and Pound Puppies, who also arrived as abandoned, often abused, lost pets.
Then there were toys like the Pogo Balls and lawn darts, which actually caused the death of countless children.
I don't need to corrupt this wish. Reality is far more horrifying and brutal than anything I could think up. Enjoy."
She had to shake herself to get the memories out of her head. "I need something upbeat. I would like to experience what one school term would be like at Hogwarts. I do not wish to be a primary focus, just another student getting to live a fantasy so many dream about."
"Wish Granted, you insane person! You are now growing up in the 1980s and experiencing first hand and era riddled with anxieties and systemic failures that often targeted children. Beyond the pop culture sheen of bold fashion and new-wave music, kids were exposed to a heavy mixture of societal fears, neglect, and trauma.
The "freedoms" of an unsupervised 80s childhood were often a thinly veiled form of neglect. With less parental involvement, children were often left to fend for themselves, with the motto being, "If we fell, got cut, or burned... well, we'd learn".
Think you're safe at school? Physical punishment was a common and accepted form of discipline. The normalization of hitting and other forms of harsh discipline left some children to face violence as a part of their daily life. If you survived the classroom, now you have to face the playground.
Rust blooms like an infectious disease on the metal slides and merry-go-rounds, their surfaces a mosaic of sharp edges and decaying metal. The worn, splintered wooden planks of the climbing structures are dangerously uneven, their edges promising more than just scraped knees. The sun, whether scorching rays or muted beams, shine down on a stab of metal that operates as a slide. Often burning the backs on the legs, butt, and back. You do not want to go down a hot slide on your belly.
If neglect, being beaten, or the playground hasn't killed you, the secondhand smoke certainly will. Smoking is widely accepted and people can smoke everywhere. Need a new pack? Cigarette vending machines are virtually everywhere and anyone with two bucks in quarters could buy cigarettes - no ID required.
You survived school and the walking chimneys all around, now it's time for some good old toys. Toys in the 80s posed hidden risks to children. From flammable liquids in water yo-yo balls that could cause strangulation to easily exposed, rusted carbon steel in cheap slap bracelets. Loose regulations allowed toys like certain Zany Zappers allowed companies to use hazardous chemicals, creating toxic messes and sharp shards. Other toys featured choking hazards, such as button batteries or tiny parts, and some products, like certain versions of water beads, expanded in the body, causing blockages or internal damage.
Apart from the physical damage caused by toys why don't we throw in some psychological damage as well. Unsettling concepts like the Madballs - grotesque, brain-exposing spheres. The iconic Cabbage Patch Kids, who came with a sense of babies being grown in a garden and abandoned, and Pound Puppies, who also arrived as abandoned, often abused, lost pets.
Then there were toys like the Pogo Balls and lawn darts, which actually caused the death of countless children.
I don't need to corrupt this wish. Reality is far more horrifying and brutal than anything I could think up. Enjoy."
She had to shake herself to get the memories out of her head. "I need something upbeat. I would like to experience what one school term would be like at Hogwarts. I do not wish to be a primary focus, just another student getting to live a fantasy so many dream about."
"Ok wingardium leviosaaa! You have been accepted in Hogwarts. Welcome to student loans! I mean Hufflepuff!! Ohh btw you're also a squib."
"NOW...I WISH A SENTIENT TOASTER!"
"NOW...I WISH A SENTIENT TOASTER!"
"Well, it just so happens that I am a traveler of the Multiverse. I can grant that wish for you. I'll bring you The Brave Little Toaster. But he does come with baggage. You'll inherit all of his friends, and they'll constantly bicker and whine about wanting their old master. And he will always burn your toast!"
Willow would look down at her phone, then put it away. She crossed her arms and braced one foot against the wall as she leaned against it.
"I wish I was better at basketball!"
Willow would look down at her phone, then put it away. She crossed her arms and braced one foot against the wall as she leaned against it.
"I wish I was better at basketball!"
"Hmm... Granted. You're amazing at basketball now. But, unfortunately, you're pretty terrible at literally everything else. ... Pretty simple, but I think that'll do."
"Now, I wish to find all my little sisters, safe and sound. That's all I really want, you know?"
"Now, I wish to find all my little sisters, safe and sound. That's all I really want, you know?"
Gypsy’s lips curve, velvet and venom. “Safe and sound? Wish granted.”
The sisters appear infront of him, alive, unmarked, hearts beating steady. But Gypsy’s twist runs deep. They are safe only because they cannot move. Their limbs hang heavy, their mouths sewn shut with invisible thread, their eyes glassy with obedience. They breathe. They live. They are untouchable, and unharmed, but only because no harm can ever reach them now.
Safe… but silent.
Sound… but not free.
Every breath is proof they endure, but every moment is a reminder that they endure as prisoners of safety itself. Gypsy smiles wider as she walks forward. “Careful what you wish for, darling. Safety’s just another word for a cage.”
Gypsy moved silently, thinking for a moment. “I wish for centuries to bend to my will, so that even eternity must bow its head when I pass.”
The sisters appear infront of him, alive, unmarked, hearts beating steady. But Gypsy’s twist runs deep. They are safe only because they cannot move. Their limbs hang heavy, their mouths sewn shut with invisible thread, their eyes glassy with obedience. They breathe. They live. They are untouchable, and unharmed, but only because no harm can ever reach them now.
Safe… but silent.
Sound… but not free.
Every breath is proof they endure, but every moment is a reminder that they endure as prisoners of safety itself. Gypsy smiles wider as she walks forward. “Careful what you wish for, darling. Safety’s just another word for a cage.”
Gypsy moved silently, thinking for a moment. “I wish for centuries to bend to my will, so that even eternity must bow its head when I pass.”
"Wow," the Kryptonian managed to utter, his tone somewhat disapproving. "That wish already sounds pretty corrupt. I mean, I can try and make it worse, but then again, maybe that's not the angle I need to take here. Hmm..."
"I suppose this is the best I've got," he began, shifting some in his stance. "Time will bend back or forth as you will it, eternity splayed before you at your beck and call, but no matter how much you try, no matter what you do, you cannot change what you see. What is written cannot be undone. You are doomed to observe only."
That was heavy. Even for him. However, he knew that wishing for something commendable would end up in absolute chaos, so he prepped his with a bit more informality. "I know it's unlikely, but I wish it were easier to make a certain broody so-in-so less cantankerous. Maybe even win him over a bit?"
"I suppose this is the best I've got," he began, shifting some in his stance. "Time will bend back or forth as you will it, eternity splayed before you at your beck and call, but no matter how much you try, no matter what you do, you cannot change what you see. What is written cannot be undone. You are doomed to observe only."
That was heavy. Even for him. However, he knew that wishing for something commendable would end up in absolute chaos, so he prepped his with a bit more informality. "I know it's unlikely, but I wish it were easier to make a certain broody so-in-so less cantankerous. Maybe even win him over a bit?"
Harley couldn't help but overhear Superman's wish. She approached laughing her ass off.
"Hahahahaha!!! 'At's a good one, Supes! I'm dyin'! Ya wanna win ov'a him? I'm adorable an' I can't even get'im ta break a smile. But... yanno what? I wanna see it. You'll become besties with'im! In fact, ya so close to'im that when ya look in tha mirr'a he's starin' back at'cha. I mean, both of ya do have a similar chin. What I'm sayin' is... He's now ya alt'a ego. You ARE Batman! So ya wanna win'im ov'a? Do it!"
Harley raised an eyebrow as she watched the two of them merge into one.
"Congratulations, Supabats! Now ya got the nicest ass in Metropolis an' Gotham!"
She observed her handiwork, smirking.
"Now that'at's done... It's time ta have a little party! I wish Lex would open'is tow'a up so we can throw a big party! Everyone's invited, haha!"
"Hahahahaha!!! 'At's a good one, Supes! I'm dyin'! Ya wanna win ov'a him? I'm adorable an' I can't even get'im ta break a smile. But... yanno what? I wanna see it. You'll become besties with'im! In fact, ya so close to'im that when ya look in tha mirr'a he's starin' back at'cha. I mean, both of ya do have a similar chin. What I'm sayin' is... He's now ya alt'a ego. You ARE Batman! So ya wanna win'im ov'a? Do it!"
Harley raised an eyebrow as she watched the two of them merge into one.
"Congratulations, Supabats! Now ya got the nicest ass in Metropolis an' Gotham!"
She observed her handiwork, smirking.
"Now that'at's done... It's time ta have a little party! I wish Lex would open'is tow'a up so we can throw a big party! Everyone's invited, haha!"
"Dang...I wish I could read that! Can barely see anything with that background! Ohhh the pain! AHHH! MY EYES!"
*Takes out Reading Glases*
"Open the...Tow'a? WHAT?! WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO EVEN MEAN!? I-I-I DONT KNOW!"
"Ok you know what? EMERGENCY WISH GRANTER!"
*BEEP!!!*
"OK Wish granted! HERE'S YOUR PENGUIN!! NO REFUNDS!"
"I wish the color pink didn't exist ^(ÒwÓ)^ "
*Takes out Reading Glases*
"Open the...Tow'a? WHAT?! WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO EVEN MEAN!? I-I-I DONT KNOW!"
"Ok you know what? EMERGENCY WISH GRANTER!"
*BEEP!!!*
"OK Wish granted! HERE'S YOUR PENGUIN!! NO REFUNDS!"
"I wish the color pink didn't exist ^(ÒwÓ)^ "
"An easy wish to accomplish. Now cor you, pink no longer exists. However, you're now colorblind. You can't tell what colors do and do not exist"
"I wish to destroy all corruption in Gjallarhorn, by replacing the corrupt leadership with myself."
"I wish to destroy all corruption in Gjallarhorn, by replacing the corrupt leadership with myself."
"WISH GRANTED! AHA!!!! HOLD IT THERE SNEAK THIEF! "
"You are the most wanted criminal in ummm...Gagahorn...ERHH...GALVATRON!..EH UMM...GALATRIA! Gjallarhorn!..YEAH!! BEING THE MOST CORRUPT MAN IN THE KNOW...UHH...kingdom?"
* discreetly Checks the wiki*
"AHA! BUT OF COURSE! THE UNIVERSE! well...um...No...Just the Solar System...Excluding Mercury, Saturn, Neptune, Pluto and the always reliable URANUS!"
"You are the source of all corruption. Goverments hunt you, other crime organizations outside Gaganopor...uh..G-J-allar-H-Orn...Gjallahoe! WANT YOU out of the picture! Even the nargles and knights of the sun! Not even the last slice of Pizza has been so wanted!"
"Ok now I wish that Chicken Nuggets made weird noises when you lick them."
"You are the most wanted criminal in ummm...Gagahorn...ERHH...GALVATRON!..EH UMM...GALATRIA! Gjallarhorn!..YEAH!! BEING THE MOST CORRUPT MAN IN THE KNOW...UHH...kingdom?"
* discreetly Checks the wiki*
"AHA! BUT OF COURSE! THE UNIVERSE! well...um...No...Just the Solar System...Excluding Mercury, Saturn, Neptune, Pluto and the always reliable URANUS!"
"You are the source of all corruption. Goverments hunt you, other crime organizations outside Gaganopor...uh..G-J-allar-H-Orn...Gjallahoe! WANT YOU out of the picture! Even the nargles and knights of the sun! Not even the last slice of Pizza has been so wanted!"
"Ok now I wish that Chicken Nuggets made weird noises when you lick them."
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