What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little xeno? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Colonial Marines, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the xenomorph hive, and I have over 300 confirmed xenomorph kills. I am trained in robust warfare and I’m the top specialist in the entire USS Sulaco. You are nothing to me but just another xeno. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this colony, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the headset? Think again, xenofucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of bridge officers across the Sulaco and your location on the planet is being traced right now so you better prepare for the marine assault, maggot. The marine assault that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your alien queen. You’re fucking dead, xeno. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my boot knife. Not only am I extensively trained in robust combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Colonial Marines and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the Weyland-Yutani facility, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” action of throwing a facehugger on me was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your facehugger. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn xeno. I will shit M41A Mk2 bullets all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, xenomorph.