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I sort of wished that before,but then Nasty Genie had me bricked up for all eternity.

It hasn't affected your typing much

I wish summoners of the Nasty Genie weren't so fickle.

Nasty Genie says, the previous wish hasn't been granted yet

Granted! The fallen leaves from all around are brought together. Later, they'd wonder if it was all the creatures within that controlled The Pile, or if the leaves were possessed by an ancient forest god. Jumping into the gaping maw of a newly birthed, hungry Pile! wasn't the best idea...

I'd love never to have to work again, and enjoy the time that I'm not at work.

Granted!

You are now in a permanent catatonic state where you persist in a euphoric reverie.

I wish I had more of that lentil soup we had for dinner.

Granted. The pot explodes and floods your whole house

I wish Rocky would stay and keep Spaceopoly threads alive

Granted. I stay and I use my heretofore unknown magic powers to turn all of Spaceopoly into a living spool of thread.

I wish I had replied sooner.

Granted. But while you were replying, it delayed you just long enough for an accident to befall you... not life-threatening, but painful nonetheless

I wish I had perfect eyesight

Granted: You now see everything. Every petty argument, every crime, every scratch and every bowel movement even with your eyes closed.

Like the character in The Man with the X-Ray eyes, you take the only option left...

The screen goes black...


"I can still see! I can still see!"



I wish the temperature suited my mood.

Granted, you now have the power to change the weather depending on your mood.

Note, the power is to CHANGE things, not CONTROL them.

Ibby: "Thoth, stop being angry!!"

Thoth: "These are my emotions, and I shall feel them! It's not healthy to bottle them up!"

Ibby: "It's not that! But can you be angry somewhere else? You've just burned down Rocky's library!"

Thoth: "Well now, that makes me sad."

Ibby: "Why is it so dark and cold all of a sudden!?"

Thoth (thinking): "I can't talk to you, my tongue is frozen."

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I wish nobody would die from making wishes to the nasty genie