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It seems really silly in retrospect, but here's how it happened: You're walking along the boardwalk with your big pile of books and you accidentally bump into a girl who is carrying an equally large pile. You both drop them and as you're apologizing to one another and trying to sort out your books your hands touch, you look into each other's eyes, and there it is, true love. You get married the next week when she tells you her pregnancy test came back positive.

Luckily a few days later it turns out it was the facehugger that impregnated her, not you. You name the chestburster "Oliver" after your long lost cousin.

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