Granted. The Blue-Haired Fairy turns you from a snow man into a real man, with a real life. But unlike Pinocchio, you don't have a nose (or legs, ears or arms), so every time you tell a lie, your arse gets bigger!
Seriously, I wouldn't make a habit of it, if I were you.
I wish I were a master at playing the piano.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)