Granted, but now you suffer from perpetual brain-farts, that smell really bad, kind of like a zombie's kind of bad. And now no one wants to get any Pocky from you because they are afraid all of them will smell like that. So you think you can eat all the Pocky yourself, but no-oooooo! The real zombies come out of your closet and eat all the Pocky, and now your whole room smells like the un-dead!
I wish Tom would come up with better wishes...