Granted, and you get a few good weeks of driving your new car. However one day you notice it starts to smell and go back to check the trunk. Sure enough you find a dead body decomposing in a bag. Do you report it and risk being accused of murder or continue to drive your sexy new car with the stench of death lingering within?
Granted, but it gives you type 7 diabetes which makes you transform into the grossest version of Lena Dunham, I mean, radiating like braunschweiger vapors from her cooch gross, whenever your sugar gets low.
Granted, you have taken onision out of existance. The people of this world celebrate by parading you around the world for all to see. Statues of you are erected, religions formed based on your selfless act, even a holiday has been named after you. At your peak your name is bigger than Jesus. Until the time of your death your life is nothing but fame and glory with the world worshipping the ground you walk on. As you become a martyr the years pass. Stories about you become more and more distant from the truth. Your religion is merely a shell of what it once was when you were alive. The people start to perform heinous act like dog fucking and sex trafficing in your name. Those who once worshipped you turn to anarchy because the internet made up some lies about you. The seas turn to blood, the crops vanish and we all die.
Wish granted!!! Legends such as Geezer Butler, Cliff Burton and Tom Araya strive to become as talented behind the bass as you. But you are soon to discover that your lead and rhythm are both trying to steal your hard earned glory for themself. You fire them both and hire two Asian kids with guitar apps on their iPhones. The drummer will not be giving you any shit. And you are seen as the glorious bassist God of rock.
Granted, I do all your grocery shopping but you have to let me suck down three cases of Coke Zero a week which you pay full price for, and I get to use the rewards codes. Also, I steal rolls of your toilet paper most of the time.
Granted, but they pass that diploma law along with the clause that you have to fuck Oprah.
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Granted! You can read minds but you "download" pieces of people's shitty personalities and over the years, you become unhinged because they affect you more and more, until you're not sure where your personality starts and theirs ends.
