Jul 26, 2016
pfffffshtt. what? what? no no. deleted scenes dont count. i'm totally still alive.
Sometimes, grudgingly, I can still hear his voice.
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pfffffshtt. what? what? no no. deleted scenes dont count. i'm totally still alive.
Sometimes, grudgingly, I can still hear his voice.
Hi, would you like to poison your girlfriend? Or convince her she's clinically insane? Either would do nicely. We'll pay you. *hands business card* Think about it, we'll be in touch.
Jaw like I have a gun on my person. Glare like how interested are you in death? Disinterested head tilt like little man, I know I am a little woman, but you will suffer if I so will it. So, instead, relax like shoulders drop, back eases, posture the kind of relaxed a snake makes sidewinding until it bites.
“You’re a Mr. Carter Burke, correct?”
Correct. She doesn’t smile. She won’t even feign her congenial attitude when approached, won’t even lie smoothly like the viper she can be. Here, she’ll give the gentleman her hard, unkind neutrality, nasty like a Siamese cat.
She takes the business card, tears it neatly in half, in quarters, into eighths and shreds, and sprinkles it over the table like snow.
“If you choose to remain in touch I cannot guarantee I will stifle my right as an American with a license to conceal and carry that enables me to shoot you when I feel you’re threatening my family. Are we clear, Mr. Burke?”
"Can you . . . " he approached visibly shaken, but probably more confident than he should have been, "You . . . Can't UNDERSTAND me, can you?"
The Queen turned slowly to face the human male who had approached her, her breathing the only sound after he had finished speaking. With Spitter-glands glowing brightly, it was a few more moments before she responded.
Letting out a low hiss, she nodded slowly. Oh yes, she understood him. Perhaps her sentience would scare some of that confidence out of him. Wouldn’t that be fun?
@ratfucksob
If looks could kill...
She hated him for what he had tried to do to her and Ripley. Hated him.
“Go away!” she spat. She threw a nearby stack of papers at him, too. To emphasize her dislike for him.