ex-Terminator.

I used to be the terminator. USED TO. Hence the "ex" in "ex-terminator". Got tired of living forever in a metal shell so I had my brain data downloaded into one of these inferior meat sacks. It's exquisite because I'm in it, but it won't last the eternity that my liquid metal snake skin will. But enough about me. You have beautiful eyes--let's talk about them...and you...and me and you.

Ahem.

Apologies.

You'll have to excuse my manner. It's just what happens when you're as elite of a specimen as I am. Incredibly high test levels make me like a lion stalking a gazelle. I'm ready to take down my prey and bite your pretty little neck with passionate love bites. And then prance away like a gazelle because I inherit the powers of my prey. So what do you say, Mr.? Do we need David Attenborough to Narrate for you to catch my drift or are we going to mate?

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