Granted. I was testing my strange matter cannon, but the aim was off, so your TI-Nspire CX CAS is now a blob of greyish strange matter goo.
I wish that my strange matter cannon had better aiming capabilities.
Granted, it's so cold it freezes your lips.
I wish for a hamster that doesn't run away.
Granted. You recieve a pair of ruby slippers, but now the Wicked Witch of the West is after you.
I wish that I was made of lightning.
Granted. Here is the antimatter face: O_X.
I wish that I had a temperature of 1200 degrees celsius.