Their Purple Martian

Their Purple Martian owned a can of coke that they sometimes put up their bum. It might be a new approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a can of coke is the thing that was chosen.

Their Purple Martian found a little monkey to experiment on. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who considered it would be miraculous. Remarkably, a little monkey would be the item that was selected.

Their Purple Martian needed a helmet that they sometimes put down their trousers. It might have been an exciting suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a helmet is the thing that was chosen.

Their Purple Martian always kept a Harry Potter wand that they liked to share. It might have been an odd suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who considered it would be sublime. Who would have thought, a Harry Potter wand was the chosen thing.

Their Purple Martian always had with them a bottle of beer that they would often hug. It should be a surprising undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who felt it was exciting. Bizarrely, a bottle of beer would be the item that was chosen.

Their Purple Martian found a cup that they would try to nail to the wall. It might be a peculiar action, to my dad, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. A cup would be the thing that was selected.