Granted. That unicorn had a wife and two young kids at home, but now that you've wished for him he can never go back. He stops eating, his mane loses its illustrious shine, his teeth begin to rot, and soon all of his magic has withered away to nothing. He just wants to see his babies one last time and hear his wife's sweet neighing again, Wade, why did you do this to him?

A week later you put him out of his misery. It is a mercy.

Now I wish for a Juicy Coture track suit circa 2004, preferably in the brightest pink available. Please. :3