By Unknown
Facehugger mask not included.
Because who wouldn't want to feel the cold arachnoid embrace of an Alien all day and night?
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!
None can resist the slimy-smooth temptations of the Alien Xenomorph-stress. They're in the air vents!
Nah, I mean E.T. was over twenty years ago, we can joke about it now.