Granted, but he becomes a cyborg, hunts you down, and kills you.
I wish I had a turkey sandwich, not too dry, on toasted, not burnt, rye bread, with mayonnaise and mustard, guacamole (yes, it's disgusting, shut up), and that it is not poisonous, is not a living turkey, and that it doesn't kill me or explode in some way, form, or fashion.