alien

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

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!

This one doesn't like Chris Bosh.

Looks like some kind of alien.

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

The WTF-ness is over 9000!

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

Facehugger mask not included.

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

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

We can all go home now.

Sometimes the distinction is blurred.