What's the price you'll pay..? Don't you care what they say? I wish to lose myself in a familiar song. To close my eyes and slip away!
Granted, you die while listening to it, and the song is stuck in your head for the rest of eternity. I wish I could actually write down my ideas.
((I couldn't ask for a better song to have stuck in my head)) Granted, but you must carry around an oversized notebook and the only available writing tools are crayons. I wish I could could memorize any formula just by looking at it.
Granted, you can't remember people's faces though. I wish I had some sort of a meaningful sleep pattern.
Granted, you end up going to bed at 9:00 and waking really early. (Try it! It's actually not bad once you get used to it.) I wish @Firebird Zoom would GET THE F*CKING REFERENCES!
Granted. You are an employee of Black Mesa Research Facility, oh look who's late... I wish I knew what I was talking about half the time.
Granted, but the other half the time you have to spend figuring it out. I wish I could swap between accents quickly and easily.
Well, I figured you didn't want to live in America due to riots, shootings and all the like, so I took the liberty of getting you a South American citizenship! Honestly, it's for your safety. I wish for a disco ball to bludgeon people with.
Granted, but whenever you hit a person with it it tells your embarassing secrets for everyone in a 5km radius to hear. I wish for more cigars.
Wish granted, here's "The one" https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c5/Number-One.JPG I wish I had a clue.
granted. Your coordination is perfect, but also backwards. I wish for a new hammer. And an new Bow. And a new mortar.
Granted, but the mortar shot the bow, turning it into holes, and than the hammer broke the mortar, therefore your gift is a broken hammer from breaking something very solid, a beautiful bow with holes in it, and a paper flat mortar Edit: Oh no, I forgot to say my wish, oh well, better luck next time >.<