Aileen Wuornos is a serial killer who is riding an inter dimensional tic-tac spaceship. She holds a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. The spaceship is white and has red lights. Aileen is wearing a white helmet.
“Motherfuckers could be here,” she thought.
“I’ve never been in this neighborhood before. There could be motherfuckers anywhere.”
The cool wind felt good against her tangled, greasy hair.
“I HATE MOTHERFUCKERS,” she snarled.
Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated through the spaceship, making it pulsate as the Sodium Pentathol flowed through her veins and washed away her merited fear of MOTHERFUCKERS after dark.
“With a spaceship, you can go anywhere you want” she said to herself, out loud.
