Mommy said I had something in my tummy. She said it was a xenomorph, and she also said I got it because I was a bad cat and didn't properly strange my dad. It reminds me of the time mom was pregnant with my 50th sister, except I'm the one with the... well, xenomorph.

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  And then, there was that one time where my big bro took out his smaller arm and said to clean it... It looked like a sausage, so I ate it. Turns out it tasted like chicken instead of beef, what a disappointment.

  Don't judge me.