About Alien Soup

Hot_Shizzle42 are you an alien or are you a spy working for the U.S. government? I know what the number 42 symbolizes do you?

 

Rosebud hot_shizzle42 is nothing more than an automated Auto- bot created by The Doctor to sell his weapons to the unsuspecting humans. if you notice on page 327 there is a Auto-Insemenating-pickle launcher.

 

*You only think it was the first time my dear. Have you ever wondered why you have this deep-seated urge to be in contact with Aliens? The overwhelming need to help them?

Think Rose look into your subconcious. Do you see me? In your childhood? In your teens? In your whole life there just at the edge of you awareness.

Yes dear rose I have always been around you. I have been hear since your birth on this planet, looking over you, protecting you, guiding you.
This has given you a natural Affinity for the unknown my dear.

Your whole life has lead up to this moment Rose. The fate of your world rests upon you and your actions Rosebud. Project Code name OK57 is now active.

Soon your memory will start to return. You must help me locate the one called OK57 before he is allowed to implement his Hybrid insemination program online.

You must stay clear of Riteaim he is with the World Goverment Black Opps Division.[/QUOTE]*


Yes I wonder why I am so determined to help aliens. Every waking moment I am thinking about them. I have terrible images in my head of these beautiful creatures being torcured and tormented, that is why every day I continue to spread the good word about aliens.

All these things you are saying to me...must of been blocked out...for I can't remember to much of my past. There are many things that are fuzzy and unclear. Bits and pieces of aliens, space ships, bright lights and that word OK57 is so familiar.

Who is this OK57? Do you have proof that Riteaim is working for the government?

 

Oh yes Rosey! Thank you so much! I don't think we should go back to that store, they already know too much. They will be watching us too close now. [/QUOTE]

Ohhh I thought it was great fun trying to fine the perfect cucumber for you Ripley. Maybe we even gave these woman the idea in there head what to do with these.....Ummmm like making a good salad....yeahh that's it. :lol:

 

Hot Shizzle, thanks for the link, but none of the current resident aliens or our lovely humanoid female alien sympathizers in here are too terribly interested in obtaining defective "soft" goods. According to Ripley and Rose, all the human men they have ever been associated with have no additional need for such a product either, as they already possess sufficent soft and or limp technology. Nice try though.

 

Rosebud, please do not refer to this Hot Shizzle entity as "baby" or place an order for one of its softies. Government spies with the number 42 at the end of their user names are extremely rare. Here again I suggest that you be discreet when dealing with unknown sources who seem to be promoting some kind of ultra-soft agenda. Plain soft is not good. Very soft is unacceptable. Pickles are always better. Please accept no substitutes.

BTW, I have just this very moment completed a remote scan of your location using my advanced scanning alien hardware*, and it has detected that all the smoke alarms in your home have recently been tampered with and extremely insensitive miniature softie software monitoring devices have been inserted into each smoke alarm. Carefully remove these defective alarms from the ceiling and dispose of them in accordance with softie* disposal order number 42 being careful not to spill any of the hydrochloric acid on your person.

* (Sensitive information currently not available to general public due to possible security breach.)

 

If it's any comfort to you, Ripley, you aren't the first earth woman whose brain dead humanoid ex-husband was addicted to professional wrestling and the sordid goings on at the WWF. A severely traumatized earth woman from North Alabama was the first to receive extensive probe therapy treatments while under my care. She actually spent her honeymoon night watching wrestling on TV with her pathetic hubby who btw never touched her until "Hulk Hogan" finally finished off the "Bagdad Basher" which took like two hours. It's erasing repressed memories like this that makes my job so rewarding and worthwhile.

Now that stainless steel is out of the way, we can start working on all those foreign objects like iridium tracking implants and reproductive microchip inserts. Who knows what kinds of other high tech junk is floating around inside you. Oops...there goes the probe buzzer again.

 

First off Doctor I must serve you notice:

Doctor You are dully informed that "nihil obstat" granted by the Übermensch of vega system has been officially withdrawn. You are here by ordered to cease and desist all probing by either manual or automated means.

Second I must ask you to report to the nearest prison ship in your proximity and turn your self in. If you so meeedI will give you the coordinate's. You have also been indicted on 1752 charges of importing of advanced technology to a class *c* Planet, impregnation of a non-accredited Species, Conception of unlicenced Hybrid species with more to follow.

I await your surrender.

 

Surrender? Who me? An alien never surrenders least of all one as successful and formidable as yours truly. Whatever gave you the mistaken idea that you could convince me, Dr. Schizander, to tuck my tail between my scaley bandylegs and give up? You sir are indeed confused and suffering from some fairly serious delusions. Might I suggest you sign up for one of my free memory retrieval sessions so that we may discover the source of these far-fetched fantasies.

 

]*This conversation takes place after one of Ripley's "therapy" sessions. She is talking to Schizander*[/[/FONT

Shizy, once again thankyou for a wonderful therapy session. I've been thinking about this Sentinel problem. I think Rosey and I should do a little abducting of our own. We gentle coerse Sentinel back here to your place. Then you give him one of your prob free sessions. You use the electrodes instead. You get him to reveal his evil plans towards you. Then we can figure out a way to get rid of him, or get him on our side.

I must admit he worries me. He comesin here and tells you, you have to stop your treatments...I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM NOW! :yikes:

]* Ripley rolls over and says "Please sir may I have another"*[/

 

Do you know Schizander you are absolutely correct. For the other night one of them went off for no apparent reason. Do you think upon scanning my house that you triggered the device? Or do you think that some other agency is spying on me? observing every move I make. should I hide my webcam camera? I will have these devices checked out to make sure it has not been tampered with. I will have to board your space ship to examine these devices, that is if I have your permission to do so. Your technology is more advanced then ours, it will only take me a few minutes. Where as dealing with our technology it might take a few hours to detect and find any bugs inside these devices.

 

Actually, Ripley, I don't think we should be too concerned about Sentinel at this point in time because he poses no real threat to our plans, and in fact, unless I am badly mistaken, he is at present harboring a very strong urge to join forces with his alien brothers..yes...Sentinel is himself an alien, or I should say half an alien...aka a hybrid, and I don't have to tell you what that means, (but I will)..it means he isn't sure exactly what he is or how it happened or why, therefore he has a tendency to complain a lot and attempt to blame innocent aliens like me for the identity pickle he finds himself in.

I would also be very careful to avoid those who are claiming to be some type of Norse deity when in fact they are nothing more than a slanderer and trickster sent here to confuse you and disrupt our plans to repopulate the planet with a more superior and environmentally responsible species. Tricksters cannot be trusted. They've been known to actually give birth to horses (Odin's) as well as various monsters like the World Serpent and Hel, ruler of the dead, and Fenrir the wolf.

You can always trust me, Ripley, but you cannot trust tricksters or pretend Viking types who believe they came from a World Tree (Yggdrasil) and that this tree's roots reach into the underworld and under the tree flows the spring of hidden wisdom, and a squirrel runs up and down the trunk of the World Tree carrying messages from the eagle above and the World Serpent below. There's also a reindeer which feeds on the tree's branches and mighty rivers flow from its antlers...and let's not forget the goat which gives Viking beer instead of milk for Odin's warriors. Now I ask you in all sincerity...which makes more sense...a nice invigorating probe session carried out by a friendly alien or all this Norse Viking World Tree gibberish?

And yes, you most certainly may have another probe session, but this time I think we will use the honeysuckle flavored probe with the pulsating spring water jets, and as background music let's try a little Blue Danube waltz... I believe it is the Viennese symphony orchestra being conducted by...

 

Rose..please stay in your house until I contact you again with further instructions. Do not answer the door or talk on the phone as both these items are being monitored by unscrupulous people with an agenda. May I suggest that you go down to your basement at once and begin tunneling through into your neighbor's yard. When you finally reach the surface I will land on the lawn and rescue you.

But first you must torch your own house so as to destroy any incriminating evidence which could be used by them to link you to the alien cause. You can always find another house, but you cannot find a cause which is as important as alien insemination and proliferation. If I don't show up just in the nick of time, please don't get impatient or angry as my schedule of late has been overwhelmed what with all these extra probing sessions with Ripley.

 

Oh, come on Schizander do you really think I need to worry that much that I have to run down to the basement, dig a tunnel to my next door neighbors house and maybe just maybe you will be there to pick me up? How gullible do you think I am?

All I need to do is get rid of all these devices, that were planted into my home. I need to use the eospectralator that is aboard your ship. This way I can get rid of these devices and save my house as well. You should of know you had this aboard your space ship. Or did this piece of equipment just slipped your mind?

 

Am I actually reading this and am I also to believe it was written by the one and only Rosebud? Can't you see what's going on here, Rose? Obviously you are being influenced by this evil Sentinel entity. Whatever happened to the alien abductee motto " I will always be obedient and submissive to my alien master".... Remember? You even had this tattooed on your..yes..THERE.

Tunneling into the neighbors yard has always worked in the past, and so has burning down the building to cover your escape. This is right out of the alien training manual. I don't just make this stuff up you know.

As for using the de-bugging equip. on board the ship, I'm afraid this is an impossibility as I am currently conducting almost non-stop probe sessions night and day there, and to add any more procedures to the already overloaded circuits would probably result in a major meltdown of the ship's already diminished power supply.

I hasten to add this is partly my own fault as I grossly underestimated the probe capacity of the earth person known as Ripley. Never in the annals of aliendom has there been a human so...so probe savvy. My superiors from the home planet are scheduled to arrive any day to investigate this bizarre anomaly from the South Bend location and to ascertain if there are possibly more like her residing there and what this means to the future of alien abduction as we have come to know it.

I suspect she is in fact an extremely uncommon and quite rare probe prodigy. I'm almost certain they will insist on taking her back with them for further..ahem...study? But again, not to worry, as I shall insist that she remain here as a model for those who are less enthusiastic with the probing process...still, I am slowly becoming quite exhausted with all this extra probe activity.

Do you realize how many overtime hours I have put in this week alone, Rose? I'd think that alone should merit a more obedient response on your part. Gotta run now...Ripley just plopped herself down on the probe table again and started banging her fists on the Uberprober speed control mechanism. I must go now. Duty calls.

 

****You poor alien, she does keep you occupied. I was just thinking about this Schizander, if I am to become an alien adoptee for alien children then blowing up my house would not be a good idea. I am sure that the alien federation will observe the life style and surroundings these alien children will be living in.****

 

Obviously this Sentinel entity has somehow managed to take over your mind and implant this rebellious attitude which no doubt is responsible for all this insubordination. I suspected all along he might be up to no good, and now I am convinced he's one of those grungy Gryphonite aliens from the Sternoid Star System. Well, it won't work. Now please burn down your house and start digging, and when you finish the tunnel report back here for some serious payback probing.

 

Well in all the years I have known you Schizander you have never lied to me. If I question you about blowing up my house, it was for a good reason. But I have always trusted your judgement. I will start digging the tunnel tomorrow morning.

Now for that probing...never have you probed me. Never shall you probe me. If you want to probe my mind, then that is all I will allow. If I see any pickles involved then the session ends.

 

Now you see the danger in dealing with Alien intelopers rosebud. They think only of their agenda and nothing of the decimation they leave in their wake. The good doctor asks you to destroy your home just to protect his slimey green pickle wielding fundament.

The 1752 charges of importing of advanced technology to a class *c* Planet, impregnation of a non-accredited Species, Conception of unlicenced Hybrid species have also been added to. The doctor now also is facing the most serious charge a advanced species can be charged with.

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The cross species insemination of the most sacraced of all the universes creatures in the eyes of the "Council of Alien Affairs and Coquetry" Yes I speak of the "Ovis aries" The embodiment of Alien concupiscence. The personification enamouredness. The most egregious sin a pickle packing
green skinned Alien Hybrid can wantonly perform.

The Good Doctor I fear is criminally insane. :ohboy: .