**Disclaimer**
- I love my son. I haven't even met the little guy yet and I'm already completely retarded about him.
- That being said, I am going to get to be his Dad, which means I'm completely entitled to have fun at his expense.
- The aliens we are dealing with here will be of the Ridley Scott variety, or alternately, the one making an appearance in the diner scene of Spaceballs.
- Your baby's mileage may vary.
Alien | Baby |
Starts life as an egg. | Same. |
Can not survive early development without a parasitic relationship with its host. | Same, although said host generally feels better about having a baby. |
Robs the host of valuable nutrients and energy. | Gives the host ample opportunity to enjoy the brunch buffet. |
Exits the host in a violent and destructive fashion. | Usually the worst thing that happens is that the new Dad faints. |
Has an unusual shriek used for rudimentary communication. | Yep, got that too. |
Requires a woman's special talents to be brought into order. | Same here - no flamethrowers, please. |
Excretes gooey slime that dissolves practically any object it comes in contact with. | Have you SEEN my diaper?? |
Brings drama and tension to its environment. | You'd better believe it. |
Plenty of sequels. | Let's go for just one more, ok? :-) |
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