A sneaky little bastard that can only be seen out the the corner of your eye as it jumps into your food cabinet. Upon inspection, it is no ware to be found until you open your Costco size industrial box of Lucky Charms, and there he is. Pissing and shitting into your priceless box of little rainbow gems. Pissing you off so much that you willingly camp out in your kitchen with a 12-gauge, just waiting for that little mother fucker to come out. Of course he doesn't come out until after you have got up and put your gun away, you walk back into the kitchen and there he is, shitting on your floor while he laughs at you. He will always be watching you. Laughing. Judging.

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.

The protrusion into our dimension of a vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional being. The mice run the Earth, and it was they who paid for the Magratheans to build it.

merely the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings. The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front

A little hairy bastard that out-wits every means of capture and continues to make noise in the wall over night or while I'm taking a shit in the bathroom. Probably watching me.... what a fag

plural for computer pointing devise. Not to be confused with the plural for a species of rodent - mice.

1. a little rodent that can be grey, white, black, or brown that has a long pinkish tail and matching ears and nose
2. this input device used by a person to control the computer