All sorts of mischief would be possible.

Karma

a deserted island with only basic necessities, and no return ship. on a distant planet.

I would like to be able to wish TFG into the phantom zone.

Lord of the Flies on steroids.

I'd especially like a few do overs.

Especially to the past. I would like to have a chat with my North African great-grandfather so I could fill in the gaps in my family tree. 🧐

Yes, that would benefit humanity.

I choose teleportation - no more traffic and easy to move heavy things and reach things that are too high!

This would enable me to commit many "crimes" and get away with them! For example, as Trump holds a rally, I could creep him out with a few nudges and whispers. I could also dig plenty of dirt and cause chaos throughout the Republican party.

...but only when there are no Reps around.

I have a list ...

Not one sick day. Ever.

It would be very useful in my next career as a spy.

on peacock starring Natasha Lyonne.

She has that exact ability. Very entertaining series, I hope it continues.

… into large, remote mosquito-infested swamps. (Without their autos. And without insect repellent, of course.)

It’s a fantasy that calms me when BillyBob is tailgating me in his monstrously huge truck.

Being able to go anywhere in a matter of seconds.

Oh-oh, beam me up Scotty, I accidentally teleported tp MAGALAND.

Healing myself would good too but just other people would be fine.

With no gear.

on Faux News!!!

It's hard being chubby in a fat phobic world.

I simply want to be God. All powerful, all knowing.

The ability to change the past, the present and the future.

There would simply be NO Trump, no MAGA, no dictators and their cronies. No racism, no genderism.

I don't know if I would allow any free will that would lead to the creation of inequality. Maybe, but there would be constraints on it.

Yes, I would be the dictator of the world, but a benevolent dictator.

All bow down before the one and only Lapfog!

Ha! I would not have Darrin/Durwood/Dumbo around. This means my house would always be clean and I could live it up with Aunt Clara, Uncle Arthur, and Serena. My roast would always be in the oven and my kitchen immaculate. If I had a headache, ‘Calling Dr. Bombay, calling Dr. Bombay’. And, lastly, the delight of driving Mrs. Kravitz bonkers.