Granted, all traces of the theory were destroyed, including you.
I wish for a shotgun.
Granted. They were all eaten.
I wish for a supercomputer.
he does and you get banned
i wish that i could bend the will of my enemies
You own it, but a user obsessed with the internet assassinates you for introducing Timeline.
I wish for many delicious, non-poisonous/deadly/radioactive cakes. That I can eat.