Granted. You go to jail for counterfeit since there's no record of that money being printed.
I wish for the ability to download information directly into my brain.
I return riding a Roomba and wielding a giant baguette. I whack TwinSouls with the baguette and ride away on my Roomba with the sandwich, cackling in triumph.
I don't see why not.
Granted. They change colors in the radio part of the spectrum, and therefore is indistinguishable as actually changing color to the human eyes.
I wish for roller skates.
At least I got a cat out of that. Excuse me while I take my new cat to the vet.
Granted. You're highly visible at inconvenient moments, however.
I wish for a name for my wished-into-existence cat.
Unfortunately, you don't have the pull to hire a Pole to show Glass the poll, so instead of having a distraction to steal the sandwich your parachuting and wordplay becomes the distraction I need to steal the sandwich.