Kane: [waking up] “What the hell happened?”Ripley: “Well some kind of spider attached itself to your face for a couple of days.”
Kane: “I see…please go on.”
Ripley: “Well there really isn’t very much more to it. The spider fell off your face and died and now everything is peachy keen again.”
Kane: “Well I don’t know about you, but I feel fucking fantastic. Let’s have lunch!”
Copyright (c) 2008-2009 http://crudeandfeckless.blogspot.com/ by Kevin McDonald
3 comments:
But that's the real script, isn't it?
Go and meditate.
I don't know about you, but I would have offed him right there.
i remember the sweet relief after the alien popped out of MY body after gestating for 2 weeks (ok, they had to cut it out since it was really my appendix, but they THOUGHT it was an alien, so they cut me open). A spider attached to my face would have been just plain GRAVY
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