Thanks, Ritehunter! And a sarcastic thanks also goes out to Jenthura for corrupting my 10,000 points.
Granted; now you know in your innermost being that you are the worst case of geek in the history of geekness, and the knowledge eats you alive from the inside out.
I wish I would look good with blonde hair.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Granted, but you also get blue eyes and a singing prince. The knowledge of the fact that you have become a Disney princess and the epitome of bad clichés eats you alive from the inside out.
Granted, but the hats are made of cast-iron, and they suddenly all appear on your head at one time. The mass of hats buries you, crushing your body into pulp.
I wish I could take 10 years from anybody's lifespan just by pointing at them. (And don't corrupt this by saying I accidentally point at somebody )
Granted, but your 10 years means you inherit their death as well as their life. The first person you steal 10 years from was set to die in a concrete mixer two days later. For some inexplicable reason, you suddenly find yourself suffocating and being crushed to a bloody pulp.
I wish I had 500 cast-iron pans for free without dying.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.