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"Oh, the packaging is so cuuute!" Amanda exclaims as she turns the red triangular box over in her hands, inspecting all of the fine details with an excited smile.
Courtney holds it up to the cameras, displaying each angle. She explains, reading the labels, "So, the One Wish Willow grants the owner one wish—anything they want. They just say it out loud, snap the stick, and that's it!"
"Who should go first?" Ian asks, looking around the room.
"We should all go at the same time!" Shayne suggests, and everyone agrees.
"Okay, ready?" Ian asks. "On the count of three. One, two, three!"
"I wish I was small and food was big because I am so small and I can go 'nom nom' and dive into food…" / "I wish I was the tallest and most flexible person at Smosh!" / "I wish I had all of the breast milk that I ever could want!"
The room erupts with the noise of wishes and the snapping of sticks, but also an eerie jingle…