[ he mutters "great, that makes me feel so much better" darkly under his breath, trying not to picture a frankenstein's monster version of himself-- nope, too late.

thank god for the distraction of talking about the perversions of unicorns. ]

I mean, I'd drink to that, things are a ton better than they used to be where I'm from too, but... [ he shrugs, rolling his shoulders easily. ] Far as I can see, people still get super hung up on it.

--Anyway, how're we supposed to go about blocking a unicorn off in the first place? We still need bait or something to draw it in, right?