Read the episode. It’s not a giant tribble after all but a colony. I specified a sterile tribble.
Still in play.
Read the episode. It’s not a giant tribble after all but a colony. I specified a sterile tribble.
Still in play.
For runner pat: Funny thing! Making tribbles sterile also turns them into carnivores, and gives them an absolute love of the taste of human flesh. Yours.
For Caveat lector: You’ve got the same job, but someone else had to be fired to make room in the budget for your doubled salary. Now you’ve got to do her job, too.
I wish upon a star that it made no difference who I are.
Edit: sniped
I also specified well fed just to prevent that particular corruption.
You are now Maurice and you can only speak of pompatus of love.
Enjoy your few remaining moments as a bit of plankton. The whale that gobbles you up does not care one iota for your personal life story. He just thinks you’re delicious.
I wish my car ran on the ambient stupidity that I encounter every day.
You drive it around the Straight Dope and it putters to a halt.
Ah, but now it’s well-fed on you!
I wish for a fish in a dish.
You said nothing about freshness…
I wish to have all the power that you, the wishgiver, currently have now, with your full understanding and ability in using them, keeping my current mind and mental state, but without being restricted by having to give other people wishes or any other restrictions that you, to the best of your knowledge of me, would realize that I would find restrictive painful or unethical.
You’re now trapped in an old oil lamp with no way to be freed.
I wish for a wish that is uncorruptable.
currently have now… and anyway, I’m sure to find my way out
OK, you do. If only you could remember it!
I wish for $5 billion tax-free and the ability to spend it however I want.
Here you are: 5 billion Zimbabwean dollars. You might be able to afford a cup of coffee. At McDonald’s. On sale. If you have a coupon.
I wish my kids would go to sleep.
You now own a lifetime supply of Helium. And containers will continue to show up at your home, wherever you live, and there is no way to cancel or refuse shipment.
They invade your dreams… you know how in dreams, 5 minutes of real-time feels like hours, well… they’re there, and you can’t placate them.
I wish I could remember an uncorruptable wish until it was useless to me.
You wish for $5. You get it. You’re mugged five minutes later, though, and the guy takes your five bucks.
I wish I could compose the most beautiful music anyone had ever heard.
You can. Unfortunately, you’re in solitary, and not surrounded by music lovers.
I wish I knew what my ideal job would be.
You do, it is quality control editor of the Straight Dope Message Board. You will be forced to surf the SDMB 9 hours per day non-stop reporting all dull or inane posts. Nothing will be doen as a result of your reports, and all this will cease to be fun within about 3 hours. But for three hours, you had your perfect job.
I wish I had a safe, reliable and cheerful babysitter available.
*Note to namkalb - I thought that was going to end as a Nigerian scam spam. Woulda been hilarious!
Done! Too bad he costs $550/hr.
I wish I earned US$550/hr.
You do. Unfortunately it requires an on-call pager that only goes off once a month and can ring any time of the day, and you only get paid when you’re working on a call. And if you miss a call you’re fired.
I wish I had a 3-D wiimote roleplaying game.
Boom! Now you do. Hope you enjoy Extreme Waiting in Line at the BMV. It’s uncannily true to life.
I wish I would naturally and enjoyably laugh at least six times a day.
You laugh naturally and enjoyably at least six times a day. Unfortunately, these times are mostly innapropriate. People look at you oddly and begin to question your sanity.
I wish to get a really nice Valentine’s Day gift from my wife tonight in bed, if you know what I mean. Nudge nudge, wink wink say no more, say no more.