"Could you define stupid?"
"Stupid" Mystra began "would be pulling that I wish for more wishes crap. Stupid would be forgetting that divine powers, like mine, trump wishes. Stupid would be making a wish that affects things based on information you don't have. Two people made stupid wishes today, and now they're housecats. Stupid would be making world-changing wishes whose consequences you couldn't foresee. Stupid would be thinking that you and I are in a long-term relationship rather than a no-strings-attached one afternoon stand."
"OK" said Chuck "I wish to keep this body."
"Oh, that was already permanent." said Mystra "Wish again."
"I wish that even though I am an ogre, I don't have to do anything evil like eat people."
Mystra yawned. "I already gave you free will--you can be a paladin if you want. Wish for something you don't already have." Chuck noticed just the faintest, most disturbing hint of impatience in her voice.
"OK, I wish for a cute female ogre to be my loving, sexy girlfriend."
"Gotcha." said the goddess. She disappeared.
"Permanent." Chuck mused. He picked up his wheelchair, and tore it in half.