That's too fucking easy, and therefore I must find a Rube Goldbergian method of corrupting it.Pandabearparade said:You now read everyone's mind, even if you don't want to.. and you get graphic visuals of their dirtiest fantasies.DJMasterFunkyFresh said:Granted, you get to hug a giant spiky ball which I just named Fluttershy.
I wish I could read minds.
I wish for ten gold bars weighing fifty pounds each to magically appear on my bed.
Aside from your now rather worn mattress, you are unharmed by the windfall of gold. However, when you take the gold to whatever place you choose to cash it, they discover the bodies of small children inside each of the bars (they knew something fishy was up when the bars were considerably lighter than expected for the size of said bars. You are sent to jail for their murders because you cannot come up with a legitimate explanation of how they came to be in your possession, and the children just happen to have disappeared from places in times you could be a legitimate suspect for.