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Then I would become obesely fat.

What if all the swords suddenly turned into ploughshares?

Granted, but it's a guild of beggers, and your storehouse is now purpetually empty.

I wish all the eggs from this event were made from dark chocolate!

Granted, but it eats you!

I wish my workers would move faster.

Granted, but you've gone completely deaf, and can't hear anything ever again.

I wish I had my very own Rabbid, named Caer Bannog.