Barry: "Oh right, yeah, I've got a unicorning jar myself"
Henrietta: "All your jar are belong to us"
Barry: *Haggard gasping for breath"
Eric swung the gossamer blade in a vicious arc, severing the bonds binding them. The unicorning was almost complete, time seeped away, tendrils of acrid smoke rose from the tower. The dread lord Peter had been unicorning for years, and had perfected his unicorning to an art.
Me: she was into some wierd shit. I had to put a strap on my head, unicorning the fuck out of her