My Orange Martian

My Orange Martian often carried a sword that they liked to embrace. It was considered to be an original approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was miraculous. Strangely, a sword being the thing selected.

My Orange Martian often carried a toilet brush that they would occasionally embrace. It was a fairly new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who assumed it was amazing. Strangely, a toilet brush being the item selected.

My Orange Martian wanted a bottle of coke that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It was considered to be an unusual proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who feels that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of coke was the thing that was selected.

My Orange Martian craved for a porno magazine to insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly original operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a porno magazine is the item that was chosen.

My Orange Martian found a stapler to try to balance on their head. It might be a fairly bizarre action, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who thought that this idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a stapler would be the thing that was selected.

My Orange Martian carried a can of Tango that they would occasionally rub on his belly. One might find this to be a fairly bizarre thing to do, to me, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango being the item selected.