Fucking Martian

Fucking Martian desperately wanted a pen that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a fairly peculiar activity, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a pen was the thing that was chosen.

Fucking Martian needed a pint of beer to sit and look at. One might find this to be a funny operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer was the thing that was selected.

Fucking Martian desperately craved for a toilet brush that they would occasionally demolish. It might have been a fairly weird thought, to me, but not to the Martian, who had decided that this idea was stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush was the thing that was selected.

Fucking Martian wanted a painting of a melon that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should have been an unusual thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

Fucking Martian carried a sword to share. It should have been a funny suggestion, to many, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, miraculous. Who would have imagined, a sword being the item opted for.

Fucking Martian desired a toilet brush that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. One might find this to be an odd thought, to me, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a toilet brush would be the item that was selected.