posted on Jan, 26 2009 @ 05:12 PM
Something I can't quite manage to wrap my head around is how our little hyper-intelligent, technologically superior friends seem to have trouble
discerning the ground from the sky and keep happily crashing into the former. I mean, it must be a long way to come to just slip on the joystick and
go careening off of a mountain. I can only imagine the chagrin of the little greys, sitting around their crashed disc, when the first humans arrived
to investigate. "Oh Crill, (or Krill), we're really going to be in trouble with dad this time." But seriously, any ideas as to why this would be so
much trouble for them?