Their Little Martian

Their Little Martian always kept a CD player that they sometimes throw. One might say this is an unusual activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who felt it was fun. Honestly, a CD player was the chosen item.

Their Little Martian desperately looked for a bag of poop that they would often sleep with. It was a fairly funny approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a bag of poop was the item that was chosen.

Their Little Martian carried a helmet to eat. This might appear to be a fairly weird proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who felt it was out of this world. Remarkably, a helmet is the thing to choose.

Their Little Martian always kept a chocolate bar that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a bizarre thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thought it was sublime. A chocolate bar being the thing selected.

Their Little Martian desperately desired a bag of flour that they would sometimes throw. This seems to be a fairly odd thought, to you, but not to the Martian, who thinks that it was in fact, wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour is the thing to choose.

Their Little Martian often carried a porno magazine that they would often share. This seems to be an exciting undertaking, to me, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderous. A porno magazine is the thing to opt for.