The year was 1980, something. Being a lone Yautja on an unknown planet, you study anything and everything you found. When you heard something you’ve heard yet, it’s still NOT something you understand. Talking. You analyze their language, stalking. Stalking closely. As you kill off one of their allies, they find him skinned, hung by the feet in a tree. You watch from behind as they pull off the dog tag. What do you do?