At 7/21/14 09:30 PM, YomToxic wrote:
I wish for a clown car.
Granted. You receive a sentient, living car that spends its every waking moment acting like a clown. This includes airbags deploying at the worst possible moments, caking your face in pies (or sometimes just pelting you with a boxing glove attached to a spring). The headlights cry banana peels which compromises your ability to steer and brake. Its exhaust pipe is a whoopie cushion sometimes, so the entire day, it accelerates with loud, almost deafening pitches of fart noises.
Its hell on your love life...every time a date approaches the car, there's something obnoxious happening every time. You're constantly ticketed for illegal parking, obstructing traffic, disturbing the peace, and on a few occasions, your car is ticketed for indecent exposure. Sometimes it rattles on with awful jokes and puns non-stop for the entire day, especially when you aren't in the mood for it. In times when you're in a hurry, other, smaller clown cars seem to never stream out of it. The spare tire is a balloon ring. The seatbelts are the never-ending hankerchief gag. Your horn is different every time you sound it, and sometimes it gets other drivers so pissed off they want to drag you out of your car and beat your ass. It has only one radio station, and its constant, loud circus music... and the Halloweens...
...Jesus Christ, the Halloweens will mentally unhinge you for lifetimes...every year...
I wish I owned a Zeta Plus Gundam.