A/n: I just couldn't help myself...
"But don't you wish…?" Anyanka prodded for the umpteenth time. When would this silly mortal get her stupid wish over and done with? For Beelzebub's sake, she was on the clock here.
"I wish… I wish that Buffy Summers had never-"
They walked past a group of jocks gathered around a radio in the courtyard outside the school. Cordelia cast them and their uncoolness a scathing look.
"God. I wish that there wouldn't be any more crappy music on the radio!"
"Done! Uh- What?"
In Stratford, Ontario, a bolt of lightning struck down and left Justin Bieber's smouldering corpse on the ground.