Their Round Martian

Their Round Martian desired a stapler that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a fairly original activity, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who thinks it would be wonderous. A stapler was the thing that was selected.

Their Round Martian needed a big sponge that they liked to play with. It should have been a somewhat surprising action, to me, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a big sponge was the thing that was chosen.

Their Round Martian desperately craved for a bottle of beer that they liked to annihilate It might be a fairly funny undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was entertaining. Remarkably, a bottle of beer was the chosen thing.

Their Round Martian looked for a custard pie that they liked to put up their bum. It should be a curious thing to do, to me, but not to the Martian, who assumed that it was in fact, stunning. Honestly, a custard pie of all things.

Their Round Martian craved for a pen that they liked to play with. One might consider this to be a fairly new operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a pen of all things.

Their Round Martian wanted a dildo that they would sometimes put on his head. One might find this to be a different suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. Honestly, a dildo being the chosen item.