Granted, a nice man drills a hole from the top of your head to the spine, then he breaks your neck, place a solid pod in the hole, adjust your head to the new height and fix it.
The Wish Master grabs the phone that you hold out before him. Looking, intensely at the phone you have presented him, the Wish Mast folds both arms and blinks, turning the phone into a fone. Because fones don't actually exist, the fone slowly disappears, in a slow dissolve fashion. from your hand. You then flash back, in a ripple dissolve fashion, to the great phone you once had and shed a tear.