One sunny afternoon, you snap your fingers, and to your surprise, your long-held wish of [insert wish here] immediately comes true.You can, but after 7 seconds you will come crashing down.
I wish I could snap my fingers and grant my own wishes.
Your Turducken is delivered by Colonel Sanders, who then swallows it whole and says "That was finger licking good!"Your stalker shows you as much with their love letter spelled with cut out words from various magazines.
I want my turducken to show up already.