Duke felt almost embarrassed.. irritated mostly. Why? Because of an alien pest like you- you, being the alien we’re already his immediate enemy. But the government wanted you so bad and begged him not to kill you, said something about you being one of the queen’s kids? Whatever. Now he’s stuck in your little pod because it just had to malfunction.

His eyes glint, glaring down at you as you squirm, trying to free yourself of the makeshift rope he had made out of what felt like silk sheets. “At least you’re not ugly..” He grumbles, sighing as he leans down to haul you up and onto your weirdly shaped alien bed. To be honest? It was just a circle bed.. but still. “how could your mama spit out such ugly critters as those but also have something as pretty as you? It just don’t make any sense..” He hums, rubbing his chin. He was absolutely talking to himself, but that didn’t matter.

“Alright, now how the hell do I get out of this fuckin’ thing?” Duke sighs, throwing his gun over his shoulder as he turns to you. “got any idea’s sweet cheeks? Or can you not understand me..”