Granted, but it makes you sick and you die a slow and painful death of starvation, because after you eat the pickle you can't keep anything down not even if you are fed through a tube.
Granted, but you waste those wishes and run out before you know it.
I wish I wouldn't get sick.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
Be happy, my friend; and if you obey me in this one request, remain satisfied that nothing on earth will have the power to interrupt my tranquility. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein