Wish granted.
As you walk into a room to find a cake, cutting down the delicious frosting, and placing it into your mouth, you realize one thing...
This is no cake... this is WAX in the shape of a cake! OH MY GOD! THE CAKE IS A LIE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Then the door closes, and you are trapped forever.
And now for me... I wish for nothing bad ABSOLUTELY WHATSOEVER in what I would consider not bad to actually happen.