Zap! You're an invisible pink unicorn!

Since I hate pink, I’d go find Quartz and explain to him just why this is an unacceptable situation.

I am not reponsible for the final status of any property he owns.

Bravo!

Do you have a brain of a horse or a person?

Two words: unicorn assassin.

Obviously the thing to do is to is ONE: become visible, and TWO: seek out rainbows wherever they can be found and strike awesome equestrian poses using the rainbows and light dappled vistas for the backdrop. Then charge all the photographers a straight 40% commission.

The FSM is saving the dragon for later.

I draw energy out of the universe, become at one with all creation, ride the frequency of the cosmos, travel in the fourth dimension, grant wishes and fart rainbows from my horn

Start a protest against Flying Spaghetti Monsters?

What did I do the last time this happened?

Why, I’d hate the FSM just that little bit more…the mercurial bastard…going and changing my form on a whim…I LIKED having hands and being an omivore.

So, I’d start the anti-FSM religion. Screw that guy.

Since you are invisible, being pink does not seem to be that big a deal.

If you are invisible, how do you know you are pink?

There is only one Youtube unicorn who matters!

Maybe because you are Pink, and you have become invisible because your career is in decline?

Maybe you got turned into a lady invisible pink unicorn.

Don’t count your boobies before they’re hatched. :slight_smile:

According to certain Leading Citizens, apparently my first reaction is that I’m supposed to immediately go into the nearest visible pink unicorn locker room of the opposite sex.

Not really sure why but this is something foremost on the minds of the Leading Citizens if it were to happen to them. Apparently becoming a Leading Citizen makes these thoughts unavoidable.

Hoovadextrous. :smiley:
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I’m now a unicorn
invisible and pink
I have a shiny horn
I’m beautiful, I think.

First I’d find a mirror
so everyone could see.
They would draw in nearer
to gain a glimpse of me.

I’d prance around with pride
and chest puffed out, of course.
Ladies want to ride me,
I’m hung quite like a horse.

All day I’d spend at stud;
and spinning quite the yarn.
For meals I’d chew my cud,
and sleep in comfy barn.

Here.

I’d haunt Trump. Or if that was too hard, Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell. And the more superstitious members of Congress (Steve King, perhaps? Gohmert?).