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Ellen Ripley was sitting on her hand-me-down cotch drinkin watching TV with space coffee. Ther was a movie on and she viewed it visually. It was a movie and it was about the outre space.
She liked space; super a lot. So much that she lived at a space station. It was filled with gears and gizmos for the cosmos.
Ther was a knock on her hi-tek sliding door. It was so next-gen that you would push a button on and it would atuomatically knock on itself.
"Who is it?" Ribley asked her house. there were cameras that Ziri autumnatically used to see visitors for Ripley's behalf without her lifting a finger or an eyeball.
Ziri answered, 10110011. U'll never guess who!----
"But who?" asked Ripley.
10110011. You'll be so surprized---- Sometimes Ziri was such a tease.
10111100. Ziri, honey b polite Ripley asked u a direct quistion ---- Mother reprimanded the very rude Zrir
10110011. WAh wah wah, not the boss of meh ---- Ziri sassed
While Mother began spanking Ziri the bad Ai, Ripley got up to anser her own iDoor, as old-fashioned as it was.
Whan she wa s within range of it she remotely opened it with her 3.2 yactometer SpacePhone. They were comin out with a 3.1 yctm model tomorrow which iDoor upgraded to automaticaly without backwards compatibrlty. She Ripley told iDoor to remind her to get one tommorow morning and stepped outside.
She was so surprised to see who it was! It was the Xeno-morph King, Dwayne! And he brought space chocolates!

"Hey-O!" Dwayne the alien breathed nervisely, shufflng in his letterman's jacket
"Sorry it tok so long to get here, said Ripley
11100110A. No problem ---- said iDoor. 11100110A. Dwight was just about to buy my package 29,999 W deal: 30 kissing lessons in cutting-edge UV! Oh snap! ----
UV stood foor Ultravision. It was the next big thing where TV beamed straight into your brain.
"iDoor, what did I tell you about soliciting our visitors!?" Ripley scolded!
"No no, taht's ok im sure he meant well," Dwayne the alien said, "besides, that's prolly the best system to keep away the space burglers IMHO"
"Too true... " Ripple said. She saw Dwaye shivering on the doorsetp. "Coem inside, help yourself to the tanning bed."
"T-T-Thank you?" Dwayne the alien squeaked nervisely. He stepped inside.
"It's to the right of the kitchen." Ripley said." Take your time," she said " sunlight is hard to come by these days"
Dwayne gave a nervous nod. Ripley was refering to the mega-lawsuit that made last year's headlines. They sued the Sun for using the brand-name UV ray, w/o permission.
"I'll be right back, I''m gonna freshin up..." Ripley winked. Lnd then she went to the bathroom to do girly things. But first she would have to get pas the iDoor to the bathroom.
11100110B. Oh wowie be, no wayz shut up, girlfriend! ---- iDoor colloquiallized quaintly. 11100110B. That one is SOOOO cute. He's a keepr ----
"Yeah ok," sighed Officer Ripley. She knew what came next.
11100110B. Now I don't wannae keep you two love-doves, but you know me. Always perfectionist. I just wanna help make tonight special for him and you ----
"Uh huh."
11100110B. So I just found a GrrRrrRrreat deal, just between us. OK? 5 iCondoms at only 999,999 Wulons. Oh no I ddidn't!! ----
Ripley huffed. "Can I use the sink now?"
11100110B. Don't be trippin' girl, this offer only lasts another 40 minutes!   ----
40urty minutes later Ripley uncrossed her arms and asked, "How about NOW?"
11100110B. Fine, fine. Step right in, don't mind me...    ---- iDoor pouted.
"Thanks alot." Ripley said bladderfully.
11100110B. Bitch!   ----
Ripley made sure to scuff iDoor with her boot on the way in.

Menwhile Dwayne the alien was having trouble s of hiz own. He couldn't quite fit his giant frilled carapce into the azure-chrome tanning bed. It didn't help that Nezt was there.
10001110. Aw, wat's wrong, bro. not makin head-way?   ----
Dwayne the Alien scowled but didnt' say anything.
10001110. Come on bro, let's put our heads toghether on this!   ----
And then the worst thing that would've hapened hapened. Dwayne the alien slipped and dropped the space choclates. They fell into the tanning bed tripping the pressure pad, which autonomically sealed the hatch. Nest chirped chidingly as the bed temp rose and the sweets starting to melted.
10001110. Need some help, bro? I'd say things have reached a head!   ----
The Xenu-mooph sighd. He loved Ripley to pieces but he always hated coming here. What was it with humans and all this Pee-Wee-Playhouse shit, anyway...?

Ripley began to leave the bathroom with her new powdered nose and bleached chocolate starfish/
"What gives, lady!? I need to soak at least ten more cycles! You're kiling me, here!" the starfish baww'd.
"I think ou've been overdoing it. I, pursinally don't think ther's anathang wrong wiff a healthy earthy sheen-
"-it's HYGENIC!!"
11100110B. Oh, Riley you're not going out like THAT are you?    ----   iDoor needled, 11100110B. I thought you were goinna freshen up firs.   ----
"It's not Riley it's Ripley," Officer Riley said dryly, "and I did freshen up. U watched me!"
11100110B. Oh, well all right...    ----   iDoor lilted
"What?"
11100110B. Oh nothing, yo look good enough, I suppose.    ---- iDoor said passive-agressively opening himself up for her.
11100110B. They were apple-flavoured, BTW    ----

Forgot Dwayne the alien about the chucolate in the tanning bed when he saw Ripley turn the bend of her hallway shining like neon. Thez Xenu-morhp gasped.
Ellen was wering a skin tight electric-blue corset, with pixels dancing all over her hot bod. She looked just like Cortana! Only beauttifuler cause she was his, Dwayne's, Cortana!
She thru her chocolate startish into the strongly luminousent teal fish tank.
"Will you join me?" Ripley wooed. She sexily flipped her SpacePhone toward her ktchen. Dwayne heard the zirconium droids whirr to life.
"They'll fix some drnks for us..."
She motioned n Dwayne the alien met her on the couch . They watched a monster movie. Duran the scury part Dwayne the alien screamed. Ripley leaned in to cumfort him.
Dwalien the alien started to bearth fast. She was on him so close. He SO nervous! And she smelled nicer than a robo-unicorn fart—
—Frrt! Ripley blusched.
"Oh just look at me, little miss stacatto in the matako."
"N-n-no, you'r fine." Dwayne the alien reassured, " I was just thinkin about farts anyway."
Ripley blush harder. All her years as a space trucker had tauht her notta care whot other people thaught but her was so relieved that he accpted who she was inside in her colon. There was just SOMETHING about him.
She snughled closer. Ripley could feel something stirring hinside her chest, like something wanted to burst out! But she needed to wait. she had to konw if Dwayne was ready. He must be thr one to make the force move!
She felt Dwayne bravely but slowlyy feel up her arms. She shived. Dwayne, no longer nevous, whispurred: "They're so buff..."
Ripley Smiled. How did everything he do make her so fluttery? She was getting hot but she stayed frosty.
"They don't call me RIPPED-ply for nothign!" she said coycettishly.
As if on cue, the drink droids began to enter the living room with food fromthe future. The rhomboid glasses clinked with crystallized pina coladas, the vaporized saffron Raki whisked inside its torus carpaccio shell and the Cointreau caviar glistened on teepee toothpicks. It all loooked SO deLucius, but they would never taste it.
iDoor, ever the bitch, trippeded the bots with its welcome mat. The platters clattered. Da glasses shattered. And the drinks spitter-spattered all over the spiral carpet and holo-TV.
11100110C. Jo no I didn't ----
"Bastard!" Dwayne the alien yelled rolling up his sleeves
"No, honey, I haz a better way." Ripley Scott said cleverly. She smartly knew that the dark matter in the space chocolates mixed with radiation in da tanning bed was causing a newclear maltdown. She flipped her SpacePhone and actovated the countdown.
AWOOOO! AWOOOO! AWOOOO!
Mother lovingly chanted the countdown,
10111100. 10 seconds... 9... 8... 6...
Ripley and Dune the Alien stole for the exit, but iDoor slaamed the door.
11100110C. Ho ho ho, I don't hink so, girlfriend!   ----
...5 seconds...4...3...2...
The Xenu-phorm gruffed. He wasnt gonna be shut down! He punktured the door with his razor-shark tail.
11100110C. Jomping Jehosephat!   ---- screamed iDoor!
...1...
Ridley and Dwayne the alien jumped in the escape podd, (Ripley grabbed the chocolate starfish on da way out)
"Vroom Vroom, SHWOOOOOOOOOM!!!" They said
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!" The space station said!

"Sorry about your space station, my little astro-nut" Dwayne the alien said as they snuggled in the flight deck.
"That's okay, it was getting a little too roomy in there, anyay, " Ripley said fondlingly, "Now we're saving space."
Dwayne went in for the kiss. Ripley knew this moment would come ever since they f1st met at Weland-Yutani High. But she still was not prepared.
The Xenu-murph used tongue. Then double tongue.
He began to secrete waxy resin. He looked into her eyes that gleamed like galaxies. Dwayne the alien knew if he wanted this girl sh'd need him to take charge. So he glued her to the wall. Sexily.
"Yeah yeah, get in there!" Ripley screamed into space, opening her pod bay doors.
And so the bug hunt began, and they wouldn't call it 'Game Over' until the morning lite.
The chocolate starfish muttered, languidly "Great, now all we need is a deck of cards..."

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Ellen Ripley was sitting on her hand-me-down cotch drinkin watching TV with space coffee. Ther was a movie on and she viewed it visually. It was a movie and it was about the outre space.
She liked space; super a lot. So much that she lived at a space station. It was filled with gears and gizmos for the cosmos.
Ther was a knock on her hi-tek sliding door. It was so next-gen that you would push a button on and it would atuomatically knock on itself.
"Who is it?" Ribley asked her house. there were cameras that Ziri autumnatically used to see visitors for Ripley's behalf without her lifting a finger or an eyeball.
Ziri answered, 10110011. U'll never guess who!----
"But who?" asked Ripley.
10110011. You'll be so surprized---- Sometimes Ziri was such a tease.
10111100. Ziri, honey b polite Ripley asked u a direct quistion ---- Mother reprimanded the very rude Zrir
10110011. WAh wah wah, not the boss of meh ---- Ziri sassed
While Mother began spanking Ziri the bad Ai, Ripley got up to anser her own iDoor, as old-fashioned as it was.
Whan she wa s within range of it she remotely opened it with her 3.2 yactometer SpacePhone. They were comin out with a 3.1 yctm model tomorrow which iDoor upgraded to automaticaly without backwards compatibrlty. She Ripley told iDoor to remind her to get one tommorow morning and stepped outside.
She was so surprised to see who it was! It was the Xeno-morph King, Dwayne! And he brought space chocolates!

"Hey-O!" Dwayne the alien breathed nervisely, shufflng in his letterman's jacket
"Sorry it tok so long to get here, said Ripley
11100110A. No problem ---- said iDoor. 11100110A. Dwight was just about to buy my package 29,999 W deal: 30 kissing lessons in cutting-edge UV! Oh snap! ----
UV stood foor Ultravision. It was the next big thing where TV beamed straight into your brain.
"iDoor, what did I tell you about soliciting our visitors!?" Ripley scolded!
"No no, taht's ok im sure he meant well," Dwayne the alien said, "besides, that's prolly the best system to keep away the space burglers IMHO"
"Too true... " Ripple said. She saw Dwaye shivering on the doorsetp. "Coem inside, help yourself to the tanning bed."
"T-T-Thank you?" Dwayne the alien squeaked nervisely. He stepped inside.
"It's to the right of the kitchen." Ripley said." Take your time," she said " sunlight is hard to come by these days"
Dwayne gave a nervous nod. Ripley was refering to the mega-lawsuit that made last year's headlines. They sued the Sun for using the brand-name UV ray, w/o permission.
"I'll be right back, I''m gonna freshin up..." Ripley winked. Lnd then she went to the bathroom to do girly things. But first she would have to get pas the iDoor to the bathroom.
11100110B. Oh wowie be, no wayz shut up, girlfriend! ---- iDoor colloquiallized quaintly. 11100110B. That one is SOOOO cute. He's a keepr ----
"Yeah ok," sighed Officer Ripley. She knew what came next.
11100110B. Now I don't wannae keep you two love-doves, but you know me. Always perfectionist. I just wanna help make tonight special for him and you ----
"Uh huh."
11100110B. So I just found a GrrRrrRrreat deal, just between us. OK? 5 iCondoms at only 999,999 Wulons. Oh no I ddidn't!! ----
Ripley huffed. "Can I use the sink now?"
11100110B. Don't be trippin' girl, this offer only lasts another 40 minutes!   ----
40urty minutes later Ripley uncrossed her arms and asked, "How about NOW?"
11100110B. Fine, fine. Step right in, don't mind me...    ---- iDoor pouted.
"Thanks alot." Ripley said bladderfully.
11100110B. Bitch!   ----
Ripley made sure to scuff iDoor with her boot on the way in.

Menwhile Dwayne the alien was having trouble s of hiz own. He couldn't quite fit his giant frilled carapce into the azure-chrome tanning bed. It didn't help that Nezt was there.
10001110. Aw, wat's wrong, bro. not makin head-way?   ----
Dwayne the Alien scowled but didnt' say anything.
10001110. Come on bro, let's put our heads toghether on this!   ----
And then the worst thing that would've hapened hapened. Dwayne the alien slipped and dropped the space choclates. They fell into the tanning bed tripping the pressure pad, which autonomically sealed the hatch. Nest chirped chidingly as the bed temp rose and the sweets starting to melted.
10001110. Need some help, bro? I'd say things have reached a head!   ----
The Xenu-mooph sighd. He loved Ripley to pieces but he always hated coming here. What was it with humans and all this Pee-Wee-Playhouse shit, anyway...?

Ripley began to leave the bathroom with her new powdered nose and bleached chocolate starfish/
"What gives, lady!? I need to soak at least ten more cycles! You're kiling me, here!" the starfish baww'd.
"I think ou've been overdoing it. I, pursinally don't think ther's anathang wrong wiff a healthy earthy sheen-
"-it's HYGENIC!!"
11100110B. Oh, Riley you're not going out like THAT are you?    ----   iDoor needled, 11100110B. I thought you were goinna freshen up firs.   ----
"It's not Riley it's Ripley," Officer Riley said dryly, "and I did freshen up. U watched me!"
11100110B. Oh, well all right...    ----   iDoor lilted
"What?"
11100110B. Oh nothing, yo look good enough, I suppose.    ---- iDoor said passive-agressively opening himself up for her.
11100110B. They were apple-flavoured, BTW    ----

Forgot Dwayne the alien about the chucolate in the tanning bed when he saw Ripley turn the bend of her hallway shining like neon. Thez Xenu-morhp gasped.
Ellen was wering a skin tight electric-blue corset, with pixels dancing all over her hot bod. She looked just like Cortana! Only beauttifuler cause she was his, Dwayne's, Cortana!
She thru her chocolate startish into the strongly luminousent teal fish tank.
"Will you join me?" Ripley wooed. She sexily flipped her SpacePhone toward her ktchen. Dwayne heard the zirconium droids whirr to life.
"They'll fix some drnks for us..."
She motioned n Dwayne the alien met her on the couch . They watched a monster movie. Duran the scury part Dwayne the alien screamed. Ripley leaned in to cumfort him.
Dwalien the alien started to bearth fast. She was on him so close. He SO nervous! And she smelled nicer than a robo-unicorn fart—
—Frrt! Ripley blusched.
"Oh just look at me, little miss stacatto in the matako."
"N-n-no, you'r fine." Dwayne the alien reassured, " I was just thinkin about farts anyway."
Ripley blush harder. All her years as a space trucker had tauht her notta care whot other people thaught but her was so relieved that he accpted who she was inside in her colon. There was just SOMETHING about him.
She snughled closer. Ripley could feel something stirring hinside her chest, like something wanted to burst out! But she needed to wait. she had to konw if Dwayne was ready. He must be thr one to make the force move!
She felt Dwayne bravely but slowlyy feel up her arms. She shived. Dwayne, no longer nevous, whispurred: "They're so buff..."
Ripley Smiled. How did everything he do make her so fluttery? She was getting hot but she stayed frosty.
"They don't call me RIPPED-ply for nothign!" she said coycettishly.
As if on cue, the drink droids began to enter the living room with food fromthe future. The rhomboid glasses clinked with crystallized pina coladas, the vaporized saffron Raki whisked inside its torus carpaccio shell and the Cointreau caviar glistened on teepee toothpicks. It all loooked SO deLucius, but they would never taste it.
iDoor, ever the bitch, trippeded the bots with its welcome mat. The platters clattered. Da glasses shattered. And the drinks spitter-spattered all over the spiral carpet and holo-TV.
11100110C. Jo no I didn't ----
"Bastard!" Dwayne the alien yelled rolling up his sleeves
"No, honey, I haz a better way." Ripley Scott said cleverly. She smartly knew that the dark matter in the space chocolates mixed with radiation in da tanning bed was causing a newclear maltdown. She flipped her SpacePhone and actovated the countdown.
AWOOOO! AWOOOO! AWOOOO!
Mother lovingly chanted the countdown,
10111100. 10 seconds... 9... 8... 6...
Ripley and Dune the Alien stole for the exit, but iDoor slaamed the door.
11100110C. Ho ho ho, I don't hink so, girlfriend!   ----
...5 seconds...4...3...2...
The Xenu-phorm gruffed. He wasnt gonna be shut down! He punktured the door with his razor-shark tail.
11100110C. Jomping Jehosephat!   ---- screamed iDoor!
...1...
Ridley and Dwayne the alien jumped in the escape podd, (Ripley grabbed the chocolate starfish on da way out)
"Vroom Vroom, SHWOOOOOOOOOM!!!" They said
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!" The space station said!

"Sorry about your space station, my little astro-nut" Dwayne the alien said as they snuggled in the flight deck.
"That's okay, it was getting a little too roomy in there, anyay, " Ripley said fondlingly, "Now we're saving space."
Dwayne went in for the kiss. Ripley knew this moment would come ever since they f1st met at Weland-Yutani High. But she still was not prepared.
The Xenu-murph used tongue. Then double tongue.
He began to secrete waxy resin. He looked into her eyes that gleamed like galaxies. Dwayne the alien knew if he wanted this girl sh'd need him to take charge. So he glued her to the wall. Sexily.
"Yeah yeah, get in there!" Ripley screamed into space, opening her pod bay doors.
And so the bug hunt began, and they wouldn't call it 'Game Over' until the morning lite.
The chocolate starfish muttered, languidly "Great, now all we need is a deck of cards..."