Granted. However, due to all of the respect, everyone becomes incredibly bland, and a meteor comes down from the sky, killing them all as God's punishment for his greatest creation becoming pussies.
Granted, but the wish genie is a bit hard of hearing, and now you are super... sane. Normal. Average in every way, and with no way to break out of the box you've been placed in.
Granted, but because you and the previous wisher ripped the fabric of space-time, your drawings get a different perspective by different people, and most is not good. Hope your happy.
granted. your newly-built super-modern house is ready to move into! One problem though- all the doors are just barely too narrow and short that you can't fit over half of your furniture through, no matter how hard you try.
Granted, you now have no objective need for sleep, however the amount of time you would need to sleep gets transferred over to the nearest person at the top of every hour. Try not to go near any heavy machinery! >:D Oh, and if you've already put somebody to sleep, it carries over to the next conscious person, and so on.
I wish I could not have the next person who posts on this thread crush my wish.
Granted, but Porter Robinson's music quality suddenly becomes terrible, and thus everybody who is more like him is also terrible.
I wish for an edible, harmless, tasty, properly cooked potato, with nothing hiding within it. I also want butter that is also edible, harmless, tasty and has nothing inside of it.