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Non-Trailer Trailer: Prometheus 2.2: David 8

And check out the “David site

4 Responses to “Non-Trailer Trailer: Prometheus 2.2: David 8”

  1. Tofu says:

    I’ll take three. Oh, and throw in a few vats of that milk blood stuff and a Verizon 20-year contract while you’re at it.

    Super. Thanks.

  2. SamLowry says:

    The “David site” goes into such detail about how capable he is of recognizing the emotions of others…I’m awaiting a tedious response from the Asperger’s lobby.

  3. JS Partisan says:

    I am awaiting David Bowie to show up and ask Fox to pay him some likeness rights! Also, seriously, if androids are ever part of fucking TWO YEAR CONTRACTS, then I will settle on the pay as you go Androids. Sure they won’t be as flashy but if they try to kill me or mine, or decide to chase people around town in the nude. I can just sell it used on Amazon and get a slightly newer model without being beholden to freaking Verizon or ATT and their damn flashy Androids and GOD DAMN TWO YEAR CONTRACTS!

  4. Mariamu says:

    Can’t wait for this.

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