stephbg | Christmas at Sector 7

Husband (if he wants to live) usually draws a cartoon for me at Christmas, and on anniversaries and birthdays. For Christmas 2012 he chose to recreate a scene from the film The Thing (1982). Because reasons.

In this scene the men of the arctic station all suspect each other of being The Thing, but fortunately a test has been devised. Because The Thing’s cells are all independent, even a blood sample would respond to a threat. If your blood sample sat there and just took the damage from (in this case) a hot wire, then congratulations, you’re human. If, however, your blood demonstrated a healthy sense of self preservation and slithered away from the danger, chances are you are no longer One Of The Boys.

I’m sure we can all see the relevance to the story of the nativity here.

So here we have it. I’m doing the testing (my hair really needs an update, but yes, that’s me); Pumpkin is standing by with a flamethrower ready to take out anyone who seems Not Quite Right (what could possibly go wring? Only Husband seems to appreciate his peril); and Husband, Cally, and Princess are tied up pending their results.