My Depressed Martian

My Depressed Martian carried a set of lego to put in the bath with him. It should be a curious suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. Strangely, a set of lego would be the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Martian desired a bottle of coke that they sometimes break. It might have been an odd undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of coke being the chosen thing.

My Depressed Martian found a set of lego that they would insert somewhere. It should have been a bizarre proposal, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea was awesome. A set of lego would be the chosen thing.

My Depressed Martian owned a helmet that they would often put down their trousers. One might say this is a fairly curious action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who feels that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have thought, a helmet is the item to opt for.

My Depressed Martian desperately looked for a cheese grater that they would sometimes drop. It was considered to be a fairly new suggestion, to my children, but not to the Martian, who considered that this idea was epic. Remarkably, a cheese grater is the item to opt for.

My Depressed Martian looked for a rubber chicken to break. It might have been a fairly peculiar action, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was amazing. Honestly, a rubber chicken was the item that was chosen.