Cut the grinnin and drop the linen would be a situation between a man and a woman when they are about to embark on a sexual escapade, but it hasn't quite happened. In those waning moments before it starts, quite possibly over drinks. Then, it's hammer time.
'Dionne, I thinkit's time we cut the grinnin and drop the linen.'
Stop Your Grinnin' and Drop Your Linen-The group sprawled around the cafeteria. Slouched and demoralized, they were all sapped of ideas. Nobody spoke, they just stared blankly at whatever was in front of them, eyes dead. A few of them occasionally let out pathetic whimpers or moans, but otherwise shock had rendered the convicts speechless. Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen! Rate this quote: (0.00 / 0 votes) 807 Views. Translation Find a translation for this quote in other languages.
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-Stop Your Grinnin' and Drop Your Linen-
The group sprawled around the cafeteria. Slouched and demoralized, they were all sapped of ideas. Nobody spoke, they just stared blankly at whatever was in front of them, eyes dead. A few of them occasionally let out pathetic whimpers or moans, but otherwise shock had rendered the convicts speechless.
Hicks had left Ripley sitting on Newt's cot, holding her hand. He had not wanted to interrupt so he silently left the room in search of Clemens. The doctor sat among the rest of the convicts, looking more pouty than demoralized. He gave a start when Hicks spoke to him, his voice slicing through the muted moans of the other survivors.
'We need to talk. Right now.' Hicks was pleased that Clemens picked up on the seriousness in his voice. The man jumped up and followed the Corporal outside of the cafeteria and down the hall a ways. Spinning to face the doctor Hicks began to speak.
'Ripley's got one of those things inside of her,' the doctor's eyes widened to fill up most of his face, 'It's not full sized, obviously. They gestate inside a living host, just beneath the ribcage, and when it's time they..' his voice trailed off. His mind suddenly taken hostage by the image of the miniature queen ripping its way out of Ripley's chest. He felt such a primordial fear settle in his stomach like a swallowed brick. Clemens seemed to understand though. His eyes grew even wider.
Hicks quashed the gruesome scene and contined.
'What I want to know is, are you able to surgically remove it?'
Clemens considered it. He closed his eyes as they stood in silence for a few moments. Then he spoke.
'No, I'm sorry Corporal. I can't.'
'No, that would be too easy.' Hicks muttered, angrily kicking at a piece of debris.
'I am truly sorry. We just don't have the equipment. It isn't even a matter of the proper equipment, I don't have anything that would allow me to perform any sort of open chest surgery..and still have the patient survive.' He added as Hicks opened his mouth to remind him of the kitchen cutlery.
The two men stood in silence.
'How long does she have?' Clemens asked quietly.
'I don't know.' the Corporal answered, despair creeping into his voice. 'I don't know how long it takes.'
'Well maybe she'll hold out until the rescue arrives.'
Something clicked into place with the doctor's words.
The Company.
If Burke was willing to get one of those things inside Ripley and Newt in the midst of a shitstorm like LV-426, then maybe someone at The Company was willing to get one out of Ripley.
The single thought exploded in Hicks' mind. He could save her. There was still hope.
'Has The Company sent any messages since we've arrived?' The words came tumbling out so fast that he was not sure that the doctor would be able to distinguish them.
'I..I'm not sure.' Clemens said, 'You'd have to ask Aaron. The superintendent and I never really got on well.'
But Hicks was already sprinting back down the hall to the cafeteria.
Aaron sat in front of a computer that looked as if it had been the very first model ever made. It was so dusty and decrepit looking that Hicks had serious misgivings about its operational ability. Never the less, when Aaron pushed the start-up button the screen crackled to life, neon green type sprawling across the black background.
'Okay so this is what they sent us after your crash.' Aaron's thumb jerked at a block of green words which read:
TO: FURY 161 - CLASS C - PRISON UNIT 1237154
FROM NETWORK COMCON 01500
- WEYLAND - YUTANI - MESSAGE RECEIVED.
RESCUE TEAM EN ROUTE.
'Then I sent them this, after..well, you know.'
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FURY 161 - CLASS C - PRISON UNIT 1237154
REPORT DEATH OF SUPT. ANDREWS, EIGHT
PRISONERS.
'All they sent back was some piece of shit automated 'Message Received' message. Nothing else. I bet they're just taking their sweet ol' time. No one cares about the poor blokes stuck in the ass end of space with a bunch of fucking cons!' Aaron was verging on hysteria, but he took a breath and seemed to regain control of himself.
'I have a wife and kids.' he said as if to excuse his outburst. 'I was supposed to go home on the next rotation.'
'Hey, it's alright. We'll get you back there, but I need you to send a message back to them. See if it gets them here a bit sooner at least.'
Hicks had some misgivings about what he was about to do. If Ripley found out that he was offering The Company the creature inside of her in exchange for her life..
As long as she doesn't know.
FURY 161 - CLASS C - PRISON UNIT 12037154
XENOMORPH LOSE IN PRISON. LT. RIPLEY
CONTAMINATED. REQUEST URGENT MEDICAL
ASSISTANCE.
'What do you mean Ripley's contaminated?' Aaron asked as he punched the 'send' button.
Hicks ignored him. Hopefully The Company would pick up on what he meant by contaminated and come rushing to collect their prize specimen. Otherwise..well, he really only had the one plan.
More green text scrolled on the screen.
TO: FURY 161 - CLASS C - PRISON UNIT 1237154
FROM NETWORK COMCON 01500
- WEYLAND - YUTANI - MESSAGE RECEIVED
Hicks' heart sank. Was that all they were going to give him? Maybe he had been too vague in his description of Ripley's current predicament. He had leaned over the keyboard about to type in a new message when the rest of the message scrolled up.
DO NOT APPROACH XENOMORPH. AVOID
CONTACT UNTIL RESCUE TEAM ARRIVES.
MEDICAL TEAM EN ROUTE FOR LT. RIPLEY.
ESTIMATED ARRIVAL TIME 12 HUNDRED
HOURS. REPEAT - DO NOT APPROACH -
Aaron let out a gleeful yell, startling Hicks.
'That's only a few hours from now! We only have to wait a few more hours!'
They're coming. They're coming with a medical team.
The would-be elation was smothered with the Corporal's next dilemma. He needed to find a way to make sure that they saved Ripley. He knew that the alien inside of her would be their top and only priority. He just needed them to save her.
His feet carried him out of the room, leaving Aaron's jubilation behind, and led him through the hall. They directed him past the cafeteria, in which only a handful of convicts remained. They continued to walk him through the prison until they stopped outside of the door to the infirmary.
It seemed odd that his life was now revolving around this grimy, horrible room so far removed from any source of comfort or familiarity. Yet here he was again, walking through its door. At least this time the gaping hole in the ceiling would distract him from the mad scientist-esque plastic curtains.
Ripley was as he had left her. Still sitting on the edge of Newt's bed, holding the girl's small white hand. She looked over at him, a ghost of a smile contorting her pale face making it look as if something inside of her had just twisted, causing her pain.
'How are you holding up?'
'No worse than before.' she said, 'I was wondering where you had wandered off to.'
'I was just talking with Clemens.' Her pseudo-smile vanished and she looked away. Wanting to change the subject Hick added, 'The rescue team is supposed to arrive in a couple of hours.'
Ripley's head snapped back to him, eyes narrowed.
'What did you tell them?' she almost snarled.
'Nothing!' He held up his hands placatingly. 'I just asked Aaron to show me if they had sent anything since we crashed, and there was a message that the rescue team would be here in a few hours.'
She scrutinized him for a few seconds more before sighing. At least she bought his lie.
'I just don't want them knowing about this. You saw what happened with Burke,' Hicks nodded, remembering all too well what that backstabbing corporate tool had tried to pull. '- and he was just one person. The whole Company..'
She trailed off, but her eyes widened.
'Oh shit.'
'What?'
'The EEV, the scan. It would have been sent back to The Company. They know there's one inside of me.' Ripley look thoroughly horrified and disgusted at the thought, but Hicks was secretly elated. Now there was no reason for Ripley to ever know that he had sent The Company a message basically begging them to take the thing out of her and do whatever they wanted with it.
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'Well there's nothing we can do about that now. They're on their way. All we have to do is just hold out for the next couple of hours.'
As if to contradict him, shouting erupted in the hallway along with the patter of running feet. Wearily, Hicks jogged over to the door and threw it open. All of the surviving convicts were running forward while someone in the back shouted,
'TO THE LEADWORKS! WE'LL FRY THE BASTARD AND SERVE 'IM UP TO THE RESCUE TEAM!'
Hicks spotted Aaron's face in the crowd and the little man came over, boyish delight plastered all over his face.
'What's happening?' Hicks asked.
'The leadworks!' Aaron squeaked in excitement, 'After I saw the rescue was so close I remembered that we had the functioning lead molds!'
'So?' Ripley had come to stand next to them.
'If we can trap the fucker in there then we dump ten tons of molten lead on the little prick! There's no way it could survive!' His grin bridged the space between his ears. 'Then we can have a proper rescue, no worries about being ganked by some monster in the process!'
Hicks just stared at the back of the man as he skipped back into the throng of convicts. How had no one thought to mention this before? If they had known then there wouldn't have been the whole quinitricetyline disaster and they could have been rid of this thing ages ago. He allowed himself to visualize how satisfying it would be to watch the thing drown in molten lead.
'You waiting for an engraved invite?' Ripley broke into his daydream. She looked as if she was about to have her one and only dream come true. Crazytalk animator 2 keygen torrent pc.
'I'm following you.' He said motioning to the hall. She turned and sprinted after the group with the Corporal following close behind.
Was there a better way to kill a couple of hours than to have a bit of good old fashioned fury guided vengeance towards the creature that had killed so many of his friends and who was now a ticking bomb inside of Ripley?