"The Predator put its helmet back on, retrieved the knife, and watched the quivering figure on the floor for a moment, a squirming red-and-green blotch on its display."

"The biped was making a variety of whimpering sounds. The Predator locked in on its head with the plasma cannon. Three dots. Instant death."

"A moment longer and the Predator opened the control panel, touched a button. The dots disappeared. It had known amorphous blobs of fatty protein that had shown more backbone." pg.173 Chapter 42