Linda running late, putting her makeup on. I’m a few feet away picking out my outfit in the closet. I start humming the Rocky theme song as encouragement. Soon it was a duet. A kicka$$ humming duet of cheese. The dog looked on with confusion as I started punching my dress Deadpool Once You Put My Meat Shirt like meat hanging in a locker. Finished Deadpool style with a crisp high five.
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he whole thing is pretty much driven by the interests of the Weyland (later, Weyland-Yutani) Corporation, and there are basically three groups in all the films, give or take: The Synthetics, who are artificial humans; the Corporates, who are greedy humans; and the Red Deadpool Once You Put My Meat Shirt, who, as Deadpool might quip, wear red for a reason.
Now, the Red Shirts spend all their time running, screaming, and dying, all while wondering why the hell we don’t just kill these things already (except for the strongest female, who always survives; see Philosophies and Gender in Heroing, by Whedon, Joss).
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The Corporates want to keep the creatures because there’s a massive percentage in it for them, and presumably don’t really care about the consequences of unleashing the Alien horde on humanity because –– as Rocket Raccoon would put it –– with enough of a payout you can move to a planet where they won’t get to you until you’ve lived long enough to spend your very large pile of Deadpool Once You Put My Meat Shirt.
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But the Synthetics… they’re the only ones who ever speak in reverence of the Aliens… that these are “remarkable creatures, a perfect organism.” If I recall correctly, we find out at the end of the first film that the mysterious person heading the Weyland-Yutani Corporation wants these creatures returned to Earth, for just that reason: Because they’re “Deadpool Once You Put My Meat Shirt“.
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So, my fan theory: The most powerful corporation on Earth is run by a synthetic human who reveres Aliens and views actual humans (“not worthy of their creations”) as meat puppets suited for nothing but implantation and Deadpool Once You Put My Meat Shirt.