"Ohh yeah, you horny little ****er, I'll show you what I really mean when I hit you with my BFRed", hissed Carl as Nukhophetkhathet panted under his black and shiny body. "You know what, you filthy little slut? You know what? Every time you bust one of our ships, every time I hear the death screeches of my kin in my head, every time I see blood boiling in the vacuum of space... It turns me on. I get hard. You know why? Because for you, reproducing is just a pleasure. You'd **** a human being if you had a chance, fag! I know what you think when you launch your deliberately phallic Helioses towards our gracile yet lethal ships! You think 'hell, this is better than sex', don't you?
Whereas for us, sex is something more. It's not just reproduction, or sports, or a form of enjoyment. Our sex is rough, alien to you. You've seen records of Terran troops facing Shivans, haven't you? Yeah, I know you had, and you were aroused by those bloody gulps of flesh and bone trampled by my kind. So am I, for your information! I get really, really horny when it comes down to blood, beams and physical contact, ****, and now I'll show you what our beam cannon is really meant for! Wash between your mudflaps and prepare to kiss the skies!", screeched Carl and op
argh my mind