The unholycow is a beast bereft of burden and boundaries. Beware this creature with nothing to hide. "We've got no beef," it says, "But, we've got pride."

"Run from us, peasant," it takes to forewarn, "The intergalactic way will reveal your intolerance; your calf-truths and cattle-tales are unherd here.”

"Run now or repent before the great mother dairy; get down on your knees and say cheese — make haste to prostrate, lest opportunity spoils."