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Granted, but pointed at your face.

No wish. The fleas of one thousand camels infest your armpits.

I wish for one small yummy chocolate Easter Egg.

Granted. It finds you yummier

I wish I felt like eating my Easter eggs

Granted you eat sic of them, but the seventh is made of plastic and you choke

I wish I had some plastic-safe paint remover

Granted. It is safe on plastic, but devouers flesh.

I wish we could eat a dinner like this every week,

Granted, but after a while it eats you back

I wish I could words

Granted, your ability to words so hard flight happens, and then death.

I wish for a pizza party to be held in my honor.

Granted. Its a pizza party and you are the guest of honor, and the main course. You are sliced thin and spread liberally over gooey cheese and tomato sauce, then baked to a golden brown.

I wish everyone was happy.

Granted. Everyone on earth changes his/her name to happy, very confusing if you ask me.

I wish my punching bag would stop punching bags

Granted, it quits punching and begins biting, and instead of bags it's attacking you.

I wish for words.

Granted. A dictionary flies through the window and whacks you offside the head.

I wish for more terrain.

Granted, have fun driving!

I wish I owned an awesome hat.

Granted, you own an awesome hat. A hat so awesome that you are killed for it, and that person in turn is killed. This continues for a while.

I wish those damn kids would stay off my lawn.

Granted, but you are mortally injured on your lawn, the kids try to save you but can't because they're not allowed on your lawn.

I wish for a helldrake.

Granted, om nom nom

I wish words was bubblery

Granted but the words are horrible insults that mortaly wound your inner child.

I wish eternity in the Commonarch.

Granted but you are unconscious.
I wish for bacon.

Granted. Francis Bacon's remains turn up in your breakfast.

I wish for a cake made from cheese whiz and pretzels.

Granted but the cake whispers horrible lies to you.

I wish for the worst miniature ever produced by Games workshop.

Granted, they send you a riptide head/helmat with the words dakak kadka and agWaa!h written on it

I wish i could english my word so hot it made funny.

Granted, but no-one can understand anything you say anymore.

I wish warhammer 40k wasn't overpriced.

Granted, but now no one plays it.

I wish for a big fat fish

Granted. It swallows your miniatures, drinks all of your beer, then slaps you a few times with it's tail before swimming away.

I wish for some time to go fishing.

Granted, the world comes to an end, and you're the last man snurl alive. Take as much time as you want.

I wish I could use the jedi mind trick.

granted. you can you the jedi mind trick but only on your self

i wish for a chaos god to visit me and we have a wonderful spot of tea and a good chat about current events

okay there are way too many things that could go wrong with this, so ill just ruin it, granted, you have a splendid time and enjoy your tea.

I wish fish could be caught with a dish and a swish (ish)

okay there are way too many things that could go wrong with this, so ill just ruin it, granted, you have a splendid time and enjoy your tea.

I wish fish could be caught with a dish and a swish (ish)

Granted, but you have no reason you would want to catch them.

I wish for a pulse rifle.

Granted, but its a DLC code for Aliens: Colonial marines beta testing version.

I wish for the sounds of days yonder.

Granted, you can hear the sounds of days yonder, and they sound like a dubstep machine raking a steel cat across a chalk board.

I wish for something to happen to me.