Remember - should a unicorn get close enough to touch you with it's pingers then you are most likely dead.
In the unlikely circumstance you live in spite of the odds, thrust several fingers into the gonophore sphincter, wherein two or more eggs are likely to be exiting during its excitable state. This should agitate the unicorn enough momentarily allowing you to escape being impaled on the wildly flailing bile duct.
So, the anterior sparkle siphon must be responsible for the rainbows?
Save me from the lion's mouth; for thou hast heard me from the horns of unicorns."--Psalm 22:21
This explains a lot.
A disconcerting meeting of genius and squick.
If you think the Pingers are bad, the PINGAS is even worse.
Thank you for a well-needed Monday laugh. Oh jeez, it's so wildly bad it's wonderful.
Made of a powerful alloy of win and WTF.