Sigourney

Do you know who I am? You think you’ve seen me before, don’t you? That’s right. I may look different now, with my ill-fitting martial arts robe, my twisted neck holding my beetlejuice ping pong ball head and this baby hair tuft in place of that silky dark head of hair… One of my eyes is smaller than the other after the heart attack… and now I am for sale at a vintage garbage bin. I, the one who used to sail the Atlantic in search of adventures. I, the one who used to tie up and torture prisoners in the bowels of my vessel. I, the one who brought the dark stallion to the new world. I, the one who bought you and traded you for a piece of cowhide. You can take me or leave me. Buy me if you wish. You know what will become of you. The days of eating dirt are never that far behind.