[Yeah, well, Hudson would like to throw 'death by alien baby eating its way out of your chest' as another dot on that spectrum. One day he'll get that looked at. When he can admit that he was, you know, violated.]

[Man has his pride, dammit.]

[That actually causes him to falter in his stride. Wut?]

Private First Class in the Marines, sir. Kind of the definition of 'expendable'.

[Still, he recovers with the awesome and panache he is known for (in his own mind): he spins, peppering the dinosaurs with shots before he takes off again.]

I got yer dippin' sauce, lizard butt!!