[Neil considers, and then tries to grab a branch and sort of swing himself up onto the nearest unicorn, but it trots away nonchalantly before he can manage it (or fall and break his neck). Various other attempts result in much of the same-- unicorns wandering leisurely away before Neil can get close enough to make a mount of any of them.]
What?! What's wrong with me, huh? What does he have that I don't?!
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What?! What's wrong with me, huh? What does he have that I don't?!
[...Yes, and now he's shouting at them.]