Chairs are people too. Or something.
I cannot be blessed with eternal happiness because I did not amuse you. I am sorry you are disapoint.
I wish I had a car.
Granted, you turn into a chair, but you're one of those horrible posture chairs that are terrible to sit on, so you are ignored and live your life sad and alone, sitting in the corner of IKEA, unnoticed and abandoned.
I wish I had enough money to buy Majora's Mask.
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