Granted, but now there are no pain receptors connected to your brain so you never feel pain and don't realise that there's a knife sticking out of your shoulder.
I wish I knew where my fishy necklaces were.
please grant me my small wish; (love me to the marrow of my bones)
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
