Your wish is granted [btw that is my all time favorite car]
HOWEVER, you snort one too many lines and careen off the road, flipping the Delorian. Due to your compromised mental state, you forgot to fasten your seat-belt and flew through the window. Splat.
Granted. Now you are dancing. But you cannot stop dancing until you fall down dead. >
I wish I could pursue writing or a degree in psychology and not answer equations the whole day and study mathematical theories until it bores me to death.
Your wish is granted. But now that you are all-knowing, the information overload has caused your brain to seize up and you are left in a vegetative state.
Gray matter tapioca!
I wish I had a tree house.
Today is Monday, and you are in Ohio stuck in an airport with cnn playing pre election garbage and adds all day. And tomorrow is Monday as well, and the next day, and the next...