A being which only kills, from the black goo, on its own turns into a neomorph a लेसू stands straight like the natives. Then watches me all the time instinctively, and turns himself into a xenomorph in no time, even before I could see it coming, the one, an icon was born. How do I survive now that it is the perfect predator. It becomes what I just can’t tolerate, everything I can’t stand too, a निकले.