"Just couldn't wait to get your hands on some alien flesh, could you!"

The small silver talisman dangled cold and hard against his alien flesh as he set off to do the impossible.

He is engulfed in that gigantic mass of alien flesh.

I waited until he had covered his alien pink flesh.

And the memory returned, how it had felt to live in that envelope of alien flesh.

The sound of alien flesh rubbing up the wrong way against planet Earth.

Hruba dropped by twice a day for the first few days to be sure that my alien flesh was healing properly.

He spots some of the alien flesh again, pointing out it got there pretty fast from the vents.

He rubbed his hand across his face, the alien flesh aching.

I could scarcely bring myself to touch that alien flesh.