GRANTED Unfortunately your motivation exceeds your capabilities and you end up breaking every bone in your body attempting the most dangerous forms of exercise known to man.
Granted, saul. Peeta tosses you freshly burnt bread in the pigsty daily.
I wish that i was immortal, had a wolverine-esque healing factor and was capable of creating viable, intellegant living beings at will. Essentially i wish i was deadpool with flatulence.
Granted, except you're now an inanimate figure on a comic book, incapable of self-thought until a writer and artist creates your path with pen and paper.
Granted. You now have a large, ergonomic pen that would be perfect for writing, drawing, or anything else your heart desires. Unfortunately it's out of ink and there's no way to replace or refill it.
I wish the same thing I wished last time (I wish that i was immortal, had a wolverine-esque healing factor and was capable of creating viable, intellegant living beings at will. Essentially i wish i was deadpool with flatulence. ) Only this time I wish that I was Lady deadpool instead of deadpool, and that everything that takes place in dimensions 616 just after the comic Deadpool corps iss#7 was happening now. And I wish that I had some free will.