Granted, you are now hungry, and it will always be thus, forever and ever and ever and ever........................................and ever...

I wish I was Holy Roman Emperor

Granted, you are now Holy Roman Emperor, you are full of holes and the empire doesn't exist any more

I wish I wasn't so hungry

Granted but now your stomach is so small that a single atom completely fills it up. You can never enjoy any food for the rest of your life until you starve to death.

I wish spaghetti did not have so many carbs. :(

Granted, It doesn't have any sort of carb

I wish for 60 tons of lead conveniently placed on top of my friend's roof

Granted, but in this case conveniently means when your friend just sold his house to you and you just moved in.

I wish summers would not be so hot and humid where I live.

Granted, they are now cold and wet.

I wish my suspicions weren't ill founded.

Granted, T-H-E-M are indeed coming!

I wish I could drop a 2000lbs conventional HE bomb exactly 1.64 miles northwest of my house right now

Granted, you drop a 2000lbs conventional HE bomb exactly 1.64 miles northwest of your house right now, but right now is not when it was when you wished and the rotation of the earth causes the bomb to land on your house

I wish I had an atom sandwich

Granted, but even filling your now tiny stomach cannot satisfy you, and you are left hungry forever, and ever, and ever, and ever (...and ever)

I wish to turn the Task Force 71 degrees to starboard so that it may launch aircraft against the enemy

Granted but on the new course there is only land so the Task Force runs aground and is destroyed by enemy airpower. You are court martialled for incompetance, convicted and sentenced to penal servitude for life. You spend your prison days removing all the carbs from Navy issue spaghetti whilst dining on atom sandwiches.

I wish atom sandwiches weren't fattening.

You are good! :up: One of the best crushers of the thread :rock:

It was pretty good, but he didn't do anything unexpected by running me aground (Even though there's no land around in me campaign anyway, but whatever)

Now there must be retribution...soon enough...

I would have had your task force turn right in to a spread of Type 93 torpedoes... but I am nasty that way. :)

It's the Atlantic

Granted, but they have been found to be highly addictive instead, and after you tasted it once you cannot eat anything else. you die a horrible painful death from malnutrition and your remains are forgotten for all eternity because you also recommended the stuff to your family members and friends, which suffered the same fate as you

I wish I didn't have to have retribution

It was not called the Long Lance for nutton! :rotfl: :rotfl: