DETI’s hunger was never satisfied, so they were constantly trying to eat Robert’s pineapple temple. Poor Fred was blamed for this and his guilt over it only made DETI stronger.
Granted. Now it’s a double leap year, and every calendar is messed up. Any calendar you use in the future will somehow be a day off, even if you try to fix it.
I wish for my dog to quit trying to eat literally everything.
Every time Fred saw her, DETI grew larger. DETI soon became humongous, as Miracle frequently interacted with Fred in well-meaning attempts to make him feel better.
Granted. Smoke is technically already breathable, but your newly inspired false confidence leads you to get lung cancer.
I wish for the ability to correctly predict which side a tossed coin will land on.