Do you cook your goose twice, sirrah? Or only your cookies? My soul is glorious and smarts not at your sneers. However, it is pretty certain it doesn't want to go anywhere near your unrevealed depths. I tried to encourage it, but it made little squeaking noises and twitched its nose and whiskers.
Your eyes may be on me; but my cat's eyes are on the unicorn. My, just look at the pointy-ness!
Protect your tender wobbly bits, Mr Dean! Unicorns like only clean and perfect souls...