alien

Quick, assemble a feast for this momentous triennial occasion! When the term of our marriage has ended, I will devour the bride and gestate one thousand heirs!

Sometimes the distinction is blurred.

Nah, I mean E.T. was over twenty years ago, we can joke about it now.

Because who wouldn't want to feel the cold arachnoid embrace of an Alien all day and night?

The WTF-ness is over 9000!

We can all go home now.

Looks like some kind of alien.

Heels are hard enough to walk in, but, WTF are those?!

Facehugger mask not included.

Whoa here she comes. Watch out boy she'll chew you up.

None can resist the slimy-smooth temptations of the Alien Xenomorph-stress. They're in the air vents!

This one doesn't like Chris Bosh.