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“...you’re expelled from your mother’s uterus as if shot from a cannon, towards a barn door studded with old nail files and rusty hooks. It’s a matter of how you use up the intervening time in an intelligent and ironic way. And try not to do anything dastardly to your fellow creatures.”
Behold, Aliens: Colonial Marines: |
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