Columbo
Never again
I would have a beautiful pile of river-stones that the dynamic beige crackers would delicately balance upon, so i can whip out my tongue and curl it round the crackers, and flick them into my mouth. The next cracker would then rise up out of a secret spot on the stone, and my tail would wrap around a cord and pull it to squirt the blorange on top. My hoof would just tap a button when I have had enough.
I like your thinking there. Very inventive. You seem to have the unicorn life all figued out I think. Unless there is something I have missed?
Btw, do you ever find yourself using phrases from your parents? I do that sometimes.