Sadly no, it’s been gone at least eighteen years now.

I once sent away for and received the 6’ tall Predator2 poster. Sadly none of my significant others would let me hang it our bedrooms.

And Disney already owns Wayland-Yetani ;)

It was a rare treat to enjoy the film and also overhear this kid’s pure enthusiasm. After he stood up clapping and shouted, “absolute cinema!” #predator #predatorbadlands #predatorison

My instincts were that he should quiet down, but then he pulled out an action figure and posed them to sit and watch. That changed everything in my mind.

“You’ll soon learn to love the weird taste of internet ham.”

TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar nah-Vidhri in the Eleventh Century

"Be not angry," said CUCHULAIN, "if in the future any birds come to the PLAIN OF MURTHEMNE or to THE BOYNE, the two birds that are the most beautiful among those that come shall be thine."

"I am in no way enraged, answered ETHNE, "for I deem it as being by me that the distribution was made. And thou hast done what was fitting," she said, "for there is not one of these woman but loves thee; none in whom thou hast no share; but for myself none hath any share in me except thou alone."

And they seized upon all the birds, and they gave them and distributed them among the women; nor was there any one of the women, except ETHNE alone, who had not a pair of those birds.
Then CUCHULAIN returned to his wife; and "Thou art enraged," said he to her.

TRANSCRIBED FROM THE LOST YELLOW BOOK OF SLANE
By Maelmuiri mac Ceileachair into the Leabhar nah-Uidhri in the Eleventh Century

in order to resemble CUCHULAIN; for he, when his mind was angry within him, was accustomed to draw in the one of his eyes so far that a crane could not reach it in his head, and would thrust out the other so that it was great as a cauldron in which a calf is cooked.

Each of the women who loved CONALL THE VICTORIOUS had assumed a crookedness of gait; each woman who loved CUSCRAID MEND, THE STAMMERER OF MACHA, CONOR'S SON, stammered in her speech; each woman in like manner who loved CUCHULAIN had assumed a blindness of her eyes,

"for it is on thy account that the women of ULAD have assumed one of their three blemishes, even the blemish of blindness." For there were three blemishes that the women of ULAD assumed, that of crookedness of gait, and that of a stammering in their speech, and that of blindness.

And CUCHULAIN made for his sword to unsheathe it against her:
"Cannot the lasses of ULAD find any other but us," he said, "to give them their bird-hunt to-day?" 'Tis not seemly for thee to rage thus against them," said LEBORCHAM,