Granted, your beer is now so cold that the pain from the resulting ice cream headache drives you to insanity.

I wish that my sinking Re d'Italia lands on top of Raptor1's submarine, crushing it into the mud.

Granted, my supposed submarine is now sunk, but unbeknownst to you, I was actually on the bridge of the Erzherzog Ferdinand Max, so you failed to kill anyone important

I wish Randomizer stopped trying to get revenge and accepted DEFEAT!

Granted. Randomiser admits defeat and trudges slowly into the sunset. You now have no-one to wage dream-crushing battles against and you end up a lonely hermit living in a cave.:smug:

I wish I had wished for something before clicking 'Post' to save me having to edit this to wish for something.

Granted, your subconscious wished for a horrible disease just before you clicked "Post". The only cure is to infect Raptor1.

I wish I could accept defeat at the hands of Raptor1 with honour intact.

Granted, you can surrender under my terms instead of having me burn what remains your fleet, decapitate you and hang your head on the bow of my flagship, that should leave your honor slightly MORE intact than it would have been...

I wish Randomizer would surrender under my terms already so that I may move on to destroy the dreams of my next foe

Granted, however due to confusion caused his inability to spell 'honour' correctly I use this as an opportunity for a devastating surprise attack which inflicts the greatest defeat ever on Raptor1. Depressed and miserable Raptor1 scuttles his few survivors causing a great environmental catastrophe and harming little baby ducks in the process. He is arrested by Greenpeace, convicted, keel-hauled and his body parts are fed to rabid, endangered wombat cubs. His name is erased shall never be spoken again (until the next time).

I wish I was a better golfer.

Granted, but the rabid wombat cubs that incidentally inhabit your new golf course, now possessed by my spirit, tear your body apart and eat it

I wish I was a better Fokker pilot

Granted, but the DR.1 still has upper wing troubles, and it breaks off, sending you spinning down to earth like Heinrich Gontermann.

I wish that McCain didn't resemble Popeye so I could stop laughing.:rotfl:

Granted, but now he looks like deputy dawg.

I wish I could eat as many cherries as I like.

Granted, but know you just ate all cherries worldwide and the production of them just seized for the next five years.

I ran out of wishes
I wish, I had a wish

Granted, but your wish is crushed.

I wish that this psychic kids bull**** would go off the air...

Granted, but only after Stealth Hunter passes on to the spirit world

I wish I had a better Dream-crushing Bulldozer

Granted, but you don't have dream-crushing gas for it.

I wish that I didn't have a hangover.

Granted, you now have a hangunder.

I wish it was time to hit the town.

Granted, but you knock yourself out after hitting your head on the street.:dead:

I wish I could go camping.:hmm:

Granted, welcome to the Siberia, have fun "camping" in the Gulag...

I wish I could talk like a mobster, see

Granted, but you contract the same horrible disease that Al Capone did and die a slow painful death.

I wish the above doesn't happen.

Granted, but since the aim here is to crush your dream, it happens anyway. Only now it happens to you.

I wish the Cat would stop killing birds.

Granted, it gathers other cats and starts killing people

http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/i...arged-cats.jpg

I wish I had some Cat-B-Gone

Granted, but you now have a limitless supply of Mouse-Attract and no cats to get rid of them!

I wish the mice attracted to Raptor1's house where ninja-stealth-mice armed with frickin' laser beams on their heads.