Let's face it: We were all rooting for the assassins, especially the naked one.
In science such a thing is known as a non-Newtonian liquid.
They're a beautiful feminine thing that needs to be celebrated.
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When the spawn emerged from Hurt's chest, spraying gore and squealing triumphantly, he promptly pissed himself—then fled the theater.
So palpably natural, those breasts, utterly unbuoyed and uninflated.