actually, fuck parking the unicorn in the ceo's spot.

i'm going to ride my goddamned unicorn to ottawa, and we're going to storm the gates on parliament hill, and take the elevator up to the pmo's office, and we're going to have that unicorn take a shit in the exact chair that piere fucking elliot trudeau sat in when he wrote the goddamned constitution.

i will presume that unicorn shit is multicoloured, and consequently multicultural.

so, we can have the pastel worked into the upholstery.

and, we'll let margaret legitimately wonder whether she's having a flashback or not.