Knoxville's Joker
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Merriest Christmas wishes to all. Here's some cheer... Aliens Style...
Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the ship, not a creature was stirring, not even a marine or jonesy.
The jumpsuits were hung in their lockers with care,
In hopes that Cameron soon would be there;
The Marines were nestled all snug in their pods,
While visions of shore leave danced in their heads
And Ripley in her undies , and Hicks with his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long space trek—
When out in the bay there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the pod to see what was the matter.
Away to the hatch I flew like a flash,
Tore open the safeties, aghast with fear.
The hull on the ship aglow with moon light,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects in the bay;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an apc, lights flashing their cheer!
With a maniac driver, who made the car dance,
I knew in a moment it must be Cameron!
He screeched to a halt, spinning the Car into the spot, and leapt from the car quick as a shot.
He slammed open the door and carrying a large sack, bellowed aloud "Hey Jonesey, I brought you a treat!"
Tossing a cat toy and treats to the nice old cat, he then turned to the task which he loved the most.
He pulled from his sack a bunch of new stuff. Trackers and pulse rifles and lots more awesome crap.
He placed it all under the tree with the utmost of care, while the odor of gun oil filled the air. The cat was happy playing with a new toy, so even Bishop overlooked his being rude.
With a final flip of a cat toy to the nice old cat, he reached down to his wrist and silenced his locator. (It was beeping...)
With a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye, Cameron hefted his sack and waved goodbye.
"To the Marines all over, and over the universe, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the ship, not a creature was stirring, not even a marine or jonesy.
The jumpsuits were hung in their lockers with care,
In hopes that Cameron soon would be there;
The Marines were nestled all snug in their pods,
While visions of shore leave danced in their heads
And Ripley in her undies , and Hicks with his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long space trek—
When out in the bay there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the pod to see what was the matter.
Away to the hatch I flew like a flash,
Tore open the safeties, aghast with fear.
The hull on the ship aglow with moon light,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects in the bay;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an apc, lights flashing their cheer!
With a maniac driver, who made the car dance,
I knew in a moment it must be Cameron!
He screeched to a halt, spinning the Car into the spot, and leapt from the car quick as a shot.
He slammed open the door and carrying a large sack, bellowed aloud "Hey Jonesey, I brought you a treat!"
Tossing a cat toy and treats to the nice old cat, he then turned to the task which he loved the most.
He pulled from his sack a bunch of new stuff. Trackers and pulse rifles and lots more awesome crap.
He placed it all under the tree with the utmost of care, while the odor of gun oil filled the air. The cat was happy playing with a new toy, so even Bishop overlooked his being rude.
With a final flip of a cat toy to the nice old cat, he reached down to his wrist and silenced his locator. (It was beeping...)
With a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye, Cameron hefted his sack and waved goodbye.
"To the Marines all over, and over the universe, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"