"I wish that everyone would gain a variety of attractive European accents."
As much as Jon was enjoying the idea of messing with the whole world, the logistically nightmarish implications of certain changes were giving him a headache, so he decided to fiddle with things a bit.
"I wish that my previous wishes denotions of 'everyone' was meant to refer only to the larger metro area I am currently in."
He felt reality ripple, and felt a slight rush of pride. That hadn't contradicted his previous wishes, merely re-contextualized them, which apparently didn't break the rules.
He also choked back laughter. The way his wish was written wasn't... quite how it had sounded spoken aloud.
"My voice! Eet- Snrk! Eet sounds so... heehee! Zees accent ees tres reedeeculous!" He howled, tumbling into laughter at the over the top cartoon "french" accent that was now coming out of him. The rock had plumbed his mind for what he considered attractive, and had found ridiculous cartoons, and he knew, institutionally, the sorts of accents he was going to encounter now. His stomach hurt from laughing.
He stepped out of the bathroom, face red from laughter, and ran into Zoe.
"Jon, vhat ver you doink in zere? I vas begginink to vorry you had fallen een. Zee movie iz startink soon." Jon nearly bit his tongue off. She sounded like a comic book soviet. Not that he was any better.
"Mah apologees, seestair. Ah waz, ow' you say, eengaged een matters of-"
"Disgustink. Never speak again." Zoe marched off, goth boots thumping on the theaters musty carpet. Jon snickered. This was... also not a very well thought out wish, but it was an intensely amusing one, and his wish to reduce the scope of things had proven to him that he when he was done with all this, he could loophole it all away. Definitely.
Jon knew what hubris was, but he wasn't quite sure why the author was bothering to mention it now. In stead of dwelling on it, he headed for the theater, tail flowing along behind him. He was eager to see how the addition of tails improved the new star wars.
But wait! He stopped, smacking his hand into his head. He'd undone that! Fox tails were now merely a trait of his city! He'd overthought the accent thing so much that he'd undone the tails being part of human history!
He needed to get his head straight and stop thinking about all these things to such a large scale. He needed to just... focus on his city. Stop worrying about everything else. There would be time for world-wide changes later. In other branches, perhaps.
