Paging Dr. Predalien...

AVP2, a summary.

Yautja: DOH!

Aliens: O HAI THAR!

Humans: AIIEEEEE!

That poor yautja stuck working over the holiday weekend: sigh

Aliens: Pardon me, but have you seen our bukkit? I kid, I kid. *chomp*

Humans: AIIEEEEE! We're dying here!

That poor yautja: Monkeys monkeys monkeys!

Dr. Predalien: Hello ladies, would you like to see my ovipositor?

Ladies: Do not wa-- mrrrhph!

Aliens: Ooh, baby monkeys. Snack sized!

That poor yautja: I wasn't even supposed to be here today.

Humans: AIIEEEE!

Dr. Predalien: Do you like my new hair?

That poor yautja: ...

Bomb: Explodey!

That poor yautja: Goddammit.

When will these movie people figure out that we want aliens and predators, not all these useless talking monkeys?

And rejection plus PMS is not a good combo, so I'll watch Bladerunner until Rutger Hauer makes me feel better. Mmm, Rutger Hauer.