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Your wish has been granted! Unfortunately your minions realise that with their combined power they can overthrow you and become their own masters. They tie you up and leave you in the dirtiest, smelliest prison cell in Ul'dah!

I wish I could get flying lessons from Cid himself and my own airship.
Your wish is granted! To your bitter disapproval, your airship was constructed by goblins which, although functional, isn't exactly equipped to land. It's a missile. Your airship is a missile. A Mutamix-brand Materia-fuelled, gobbie cheese-filled missile of untold smell and texture.

I wish I could become King of the Spriggans and share in their simple delights of holding ore and gallivanting underground with glee.