Okay, since they don't care about your stuff (cause it's not theirs), they cut all your furniture into smaller pieces for easier lifting. They also nick the really valuable stuff, and throw the rest through the window onto the street. Your flat is now empty, but you'll have to look for what's left of your belongings in the big heap of junk on the street.
granted.. but unfortunately due to their sudden intelligence they also decide to smoke themselves too .. to get away from their dreary and short existence.
I wish that the air conditioning in this bloody room would work properly.
Granted, but your boss decides its only fair that you strip dance in return, him being so liberal and all. If you refuse you'll still get your pint but your boss will have mixed in the juice of ten lemons - ahhh victory - served bittersweet.
I wish the Enterprise was my primary form of transportation - not the hangar ship.
Yes, but then the second you got on board ship, a Romulan Warbird would decloak right in front of you and engage the Enterprise in battle. This means that the bottle of whiskey you were saving would fall off the shelf in your quaters and land on your head, rendering you unconcious. You would wake seven days later in sickbay having completed your trip and not enjoyed the journey.
Granted! No spyware anymore. Instead you got your own spy watching your every step, recording everything embarrassing to use it later on against you and blackmail you to do his governments bidding.
I wish my new neighbour to be an intelligent & nice person.
