Granted. Since I don't know what a bigro is, I send Godzilla to your location, and he nukes you to oblivion.
I wish that I had never heard of PackedBread.
Granted, but all of the energy in you turns to matter, and you suddenly explode due to antimatter annihilation.
I wish I had a box of neutronium that was at absolute zero temps, and I locked PacBrad in it.
Granted. All of the stars you wished for fall from the sky and knock you back into the neutronium box, which then falls down a volcano to the center of the Earth, where you are trapped for eternity.
I wish that the Earth had over 9000 moons.
Granted. You suddenly flash from existence. You can no longer be found, and you're banned.
I wish that a meteorite would land in my front yard tomorrow.