小利口 こりこう korikou (adj-na,n) clever, smart

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    onsdag 28 juli 2010
    One night, we were in the sofa, and the strangest thing happened. There was this sound - as if from another world, and his eyes started to glow. There were blips and blops and stuff not heard of on this planet. We crawled up into the sofa. His eyes were glowing in the dark. Look real close, you can tell there is a receiving message in them eyes. He backed away, wouldn't listen, and stared at us as if transmitting some secret information to his mothership. And before we knew it, it was all over. By then the truth had truly come to us, there were no doubts anymore, we were going to have to face the fact - our little Sumo is from outer space. We had the proofs, and he had told us earlier but we only thought telling humans that he was an alien was one of the miniature pinschers charms. Now we have to ask ourselves all sorts of questions: What does aliens eat? And do they dream of aliensheeps? And do they poop kryptonite?