Your bellybutton gets very sticky and grows so you can wax you neck hairs with it, then you start a new company selling the stuff and you make a killing on the market
Granted, but it's so packed, the only thing you see the whole time is some monkey's sweaty hairy back, and and all you hear are the shouts and screams of the thousands of amorous fans, who can see and hear the stage (unlike you).
I wish I would contract a skin disease that causes my entire body to break out with bleeding, oozing, pus-filled blisters.
You wake up and find a nice shiny sword for training.
Too bad it's cursed, and you may never use any other sword again as this one grafts itself to your body. then it breaks. So now you have a stubby useless sword
granted, but now you have to listen to me say "thats nothing" about everything you say and say something nonsensical and off the wall about how what i did is better than what you did.