My Special Martian

My Special Martian desperately needed a helmet that they would worship. One might consider this to be an astonishing undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was simply life. A helmet is the item to opt for.

My Special Martian desperately looked for a vibrator that they would annihilate It is a fairly strange operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is epic. Bizarrely, a vibrator was the chosen thing.

My Special Martian had a ball that they sometimes cuddle. One might say this is a fairly strange thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was out of this world. Honestly, a ball of all things.

My Special Martian desperately looked for a big sponge to experiment on. This seems a fairly different proposal, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, awesome. Remarkably, a big sponge being the thing opted for.

My Special Martian wanted a magic 8 ball to worship. This seems to be a funny thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a magic 8 ball would be the chosen thing.

My Special Martian desperately needed a teapot that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly weird and wonderful proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who thinks it would be out of this world. Strangely, a teapot would be the thing that was opted for.