Rewrite.exe

Tony woke up, expecting at least one of his listed victims to show up. However, he instead saw someone who looked like an average beautiful woman in lingerie, except everything about her was just... wrong. The way her body was shaped was like she was a mannequin thrown together in a 3D modelling software by a five-year-old rat. Her eyes were thin and elongated. And worst of all, that gaping, stretched out smile...

She spoke, in her computerized voice. "So, creativity really is dead."
Tony responded only with a tired upturnt grunt.
"Don't play dumb, ANTHONY JOSEPHINE PALAGRIZ. You're wishing for marbles from a miracle maker."
"What are you even talking about? Where's my ex?"
"That's exactly what the others said. You mortals are all the same."
"Actually, who the hell even ARE you anyway, and why are you in my bed?"
"I am God. The one and only. Though you may know me better as..."
The woman with deity delusions morphed her body into a white arrow, pointing at the computer screen.
"...Rewrite.EXE", she said, to finish her sentence.

"So, why aren't you granting my wish?"
"You're boring me. You can choose your favorite thing, tear your heart out and live, drown the president, and yet you still wish for the same thing as everyone else. Where's your creativity? Your passion for the craft?"
"Alright, I get it. I'll think of something that's not straight out of an Adam Sandler movie.