Her Depressed Martian

Her Depressed Martian owned a sword that they would occasionally put on his head. This is certainly a fairly new thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was simply life. Honestly, a sword was the chosen item.

Her Depressed Martian always had with them a ball that they would put on his head. It might have been a fairly original exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who considered that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a ball would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Depressed Martian wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they would occasionally cuddle. One might find this to be an astonishing thought, to you, but not to the Martian, who expected it would be amazing. A can of Dr Pepper is the thing to select.

Her Depressed Martian desperately wanted a set of lego that they would occasionally eat. It might be a fairly bizarre idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, wonderous. A set of lego was the item that was opted for.

Her Depressed Martian owned a hat that they sometimes put down their trousers. This seems a different undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a hat is the item to select.

Her Depressed Martian desperately searched for a tomato that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been an astonishing undertaking, to me, but not to the Martian, who feels it would be wonderful. Strangely, a tomato was the item that was selected.