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[Geizt]

Granted, Girlie. I kick you in the head though.


I wish that I had a pie in my hands.

[Rocket!]

Granted.

Granted.

Granted.

Your genie is a generous sort, granting your wish three times! You must be really grateful for the three mud pies sagging away in your hands right about now, huh?

(WHAT PAGE THREE ALREADY)

I wish for a fantastic hat.

[Blazed Soul]

Granted. The hat is so fantastic that it somehow gains both sentience and hunger, and devours your head.

I wish that this thread would end. (Perhaps mean, but since the wish will not be granted anyways...)

[Rocket!]

Granted! Locked!

[Rocket!]

But then Pryth hits me-- something about spur of the minute idiocy-- and tells me to unlock the thread.

So... unlocked!

I wish my hat would devour Blazed's head! BWAHAHAHAHAHA--!

[Villainous Angelus]

Granted, however when your head regrows you look in the mirror only to find it is really Blazed's. The head attached to his body is just a pumpkin.

I wish for stupidity.

[Rocket!]

Granted! Blazed just lost 50 IQ points. BWAHAHAHAHAHA~![/b]

I wish for a Bat Cave to call my very own! :3

[Villainous Angelus]

Granted, but it's too small for you to venture into. Have fun with your new flying neighbors. Did I mention that they were vampire bats? No? Well then, might want to make sure you don't leave your doors and windows open long, and don't let your pets outside. Again, have fun. I have a feeling they will. :3

I wish for a lack of common sense.

[NiNeLiVeS]

Granted! Unfortunately you were forced to slaughter all the previous occupants.

Oh well, crazy dude in a Halloween costume couldn't possibly be up to any good, right? You did the world a favor! And while you might have felt bad about those kids and the old butler dude they were so out of line when they tried to stop you.

PLUS. LOOK AT ALL THOSE TOYS.

I wish for a clown car. Complete with clowns. Preferably not cannibalistic but if they are oh well. I'm not going to be picky.

Edit: Ninja'd by the evil Angel. D:

[Rocket!]

*rubs chin*

Can you grant two wishes in one go? Let's find out!

Granted! A car then pulls up on the side of the road-- a very tiny car-- whereupon forty or so clowns carrying muffin cannons start FIRING AT EVERYONE IN THE THREAD![/b]

It's a CLOWN SWAT TEAM! YOU'D THINK THEY HAD MORE COMMON SENSE-- hint hint, nudge nudge-- THEN TO GO AROUND DOING THIS TO RANDOM, INNOCENT BYSTANDERS!

FLEE! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES, LEST THE CLOWN SWAT TEAM TAKE THEM WITH THEIR GIANT MUFFINS AND arguably decent jokes AGAINST YOUR WILL!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

I WISH FOR SOME KIND OF MUFFIN CANNON ANTITHESIS! HUUURRRRRRY!

[Villainous Angelus]

Granted, the clown swat team has been driven back by...

EIGHT FEET TALL MAN EATING TOASTER STRUDELS, THAT WIELD GIANT METAL SPORKS!

In your rush to end the clown themed madness you weren't specific enough, so unfortunately said toaster strudels quickly ate the clowns, and turned on everyone but myself and Brezzen, wherever that poor lad may be. I may control them, but he's, as they put it, their daddy.

...

Yeah, I thought it was strange too.

I wish my man eating toaster strudels would never ever ever turn against me.

EVER!

EDIT: Serves you right being ninja'd, since I'm evil and love to do such a thing to unsuspecting posters.

[Blazed Soul]

Granted. I load all the toaster strudels into a toaster and things go uphill from there. One they leave, they can no longer be classified as toaster strudels, and turn on you, devouring you.

I wish I had won my bet.

[Villainous Angelus]

I think you mean downhill my good sir.

Granted, although what was supposed to happen to the loser now happens to the winner, so nothing really changes.

I wish I had an evil apprentice. Blazed seems like a worthy candidate.

[Blazed Soul]

Granted. I become your apprentice, but before you teach me a thing, I turn on you, eliminating you and usurping your place. You may call me Villainous Soul.

.....Actually, that sounds idiotic. Do not call me that.

I wish for cold weather.

[Villainous Angelus]

Granted, you get snowed in, and cannot escape in time. You freeze to death.

I wish for someone to tell me what to wish for in my next wish.