Unicorn's filing cabinets were impressive. Ricockulously impressive. Shipping dock receipts for Don Stephania, tax evasion forms, subpoenas, criminal lawsuits, estate maintenance records, vendor agreements, drug front property leases, pizza delivery receipts, weapon purchases, restaurant documents, travel information, letters to the judges, IRS tax forms, bribery history, hit contracts, multiple city bank documents, offshore bank documents, Swedish bank account information, grooming hairstylist bills specifically for unicorns, magical horn maintenance, magical horn insurance, secret love letters to the Godfather, child custody battles, her sons accountants contact info, her accountants contact info, her accountants accountants daughters former roommates uncles account info, favorite rainbow cupcake recipe, special secret mystical pizza sauce recipe, electricity bill, escorts she had to pay off, FBN agent profiles, private investigators receipts, prison documents, La Cosa Nostra Magazine monthly subscriptions, her Eskimo dogs college trust fund, Consig Bucks spelunking purchase equipment rental paperwork, gallons of glitter receipts, fake identities and passports for her sons and daughter, stocks, mystical pizza employee parking permits, Neptune Maritime Security employee & HR documents, bodyguard adoption documents, check deposits, timeshare purchase contracts, the United States Constitution, picture albums of when JUno, Julius_Ceasar, PinkKush, CoffinCheater, and DirtyChode went camping at Yosemite as children, and a kitchen sink. She sat at her desk wearing glittered round rim spectacle glasses, despite having 25/20 vision. Being old school she carefully jotted down on a yellow legal pad her research using feathered diamond encrusted quill.

Taking a break, she turned on the radio. 

Burnett: "That's right. If it wasn't for that old lady you robbed the other day you wouldn't even have enough money for your lunch. Speaking of lunch. You know what is a problem though? There's this lady thinks that she's a Unicorn or something. She's causing all sorts of trouble here in LA. Let me tell you about this woman. I was taking a stroll through a park on my way home the usual route and then BAM! She jumps out of the woods and steals my lunch money."

FatherMacklePenny: "No shit? I stopped by the gas station on my way to the studio today, minding my own business, and  I turn around to see her sucking the gas out of my car! Before I can say anything she fucking vanished. Leaving glitter everywhere."

Burnett:" You know what? I had fucking glitter all on my suit when she ran off. I swear she needs to go back to the petting zoo or something."

FatherMacklePenny: "Hmm...or we could just capture her and take her horn? Sell it as some type of muscle relaxer, or some magical ointment that all of the idiot... Uhm, I mean the wonderful patrons of the US would buy to fix the plague of herpes that is running around infecting everyone. You seen that fucking huge cyst on Praefect?The fucking thing needs to be taken care of. I heard Mr Bollocof has a great medical practice. I know because I had to get my own cyst removed!"