Granted, but you see no difference. You see, ALL TV's are already 3 dimensional objects. The genie takes yours away for the ridiculous, time wasting wish.
I wish that radio programming in all three radio bands return to their respective glory days for consumption today.
The Genie grants your request for heavy metals and poisonous smog. All emissions controls are removed for the room that YOU need, at the expense of Mother Earth.
Granted. Genie got a gross of transducers and speakerized everything in your place that wasn't nailed down. Your morning bowl of Rice Crispies now does much more than snap, crackle, and pop!
Granted, but Popeye now feels trapped and Olive is rationing his spinach and made him give up the pipe. Popeye and Bluto are looking for you to repay you.
I wish my arm hair hadn't turned white. I feel like polar bear.
Granted, your underarm hair is back to it's original glorious hue. Oh, and the polar bear's right behind you. Genie is not asking and won't tell what you want it for....
Granted. This swells your self-confidence to such a degree that you run for President. However, you lose and spend of the rest of your days wishing you could go back and nail the millions of votes that you missed.