...you get something that people don't know. It starts out with an annoying little tickle in the back of your throat and rapidly evolves to include symptoms like festering boils, the inability to control your bladder, and the unexplained urge to call everyone sugarpants... Also, seemingly at random, you are prone to screaming out the phrase "dum-dum-diddy" while wearing a tattered t-shirt that says JAM on the front of it. The CDC, being unable to figure out your condition (cuz people just don't know what you wished for, you see), quarantines you in a saran-wrapped shelter construdted from empty boxes of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
I wish people would be more careful about what they wish for.
