Me: we are all cattle
Matt: I would rather be a deer.
Me: You can’t, you’re a dear.(Ha! Now he’s being ridiculous)
Me: I’d rather be a unicorn with a limp, but you don’t see that happening either now do you?
Me: Not even going to ask about the limp? That’s disappointing.
Matt: I was wondering about that but I didn’t ask.
Me: Okay, well now that you asked I’ll tell you. If I had a limp people wouldn’t want to kill me or ride me for fear of injuring me more. So it’s a win win.
Matt: You will still get shot just to mount your head.
Me: Doubt it, They would just take photos because who wants a gimpy unicorn head on the wall when they will always remember how cruel it is to kill an already fucked up unicorn.
Matt: How would you know if you are limp or not with your head mounted on the wall?
Me: I’m not limp, I have a limp, big difference.
Matt: Limp in your leg?
Me: And no one wants to kill the last unicorn that has a limp.
Matt: I would just keep you.
Me: I’d probably end up in a zoo or circus. People will pay to see my gimpy ass and no one will be able to kill and stuff me. I’ll get my own special enclosure with an awesome caretaker who is my BFF and brings me treats, and thinks my limp is cute.
Matt: Yes you would dear.
Me: Thank you, that means a lot to me.
Matt: I would put you in the back yard.
Me: You would need a bigger back yard and don’t forget the treats. And bestiality is still frowned upon so don’t get any fucked up ideas.
Matt: Too late.
Me: You’re just sick you know! I am a gimpy unicorn for God’s sake!!
Now who is the disturbed one?