Aliens on Ice "We're all in strung out shape, but stay frosty, and alert"

Continuing the grand cinematic tradition of freezing extraterrestrials in uncharted regions is Aliens on Ice: a frantically spinning adaptation of the frantically shooting sci-fi sequel, put on in the unexplored nethers of Pflugerville by The Old Murder House Theater, SCAD grads who've previously tackled Back to the Future and back-to-a-potentially-more-likely-future, aka, Robocop. Just a taste of the madcap:

• "Newt" played by a grown-ass man entirely too large to fit through a ventilation shaft.
• An auto-tune debriefing by Ripley, if the crew doesn't decide it's too T-painful.
• Extra character development scenes featured only in the Director's Cut (nerd fact: just like Cameron, they tried to incorporate "sentry guns" but had to nix them).
• Papier-mache facehuggers aplenty, and pro skaters enlisted as full-grown xenomorphs, because Tonya Harding's paid for her crimes and deserves to earn a paycheck.
• Modular PVC exo-suits sturdy enough to stand up to a pissed-off Queen, or even toe-picks, which The Cutting Edge taught us were something that we should never admit The Cutting Edge taught us.
• Pyrotechnics that come as close to flame-throwing as would be practical on a plane of ice.

Hurry up and get your tickets, because this performance is mostly coming out for two nights only...mostly.