My Square Martian

My Square Martian looked for a pen that they would play with. One might consider this to be an odd exercise, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks that this idea was exciting. Strangely, a pen is the thing to choose.

My Square Martian desperately craved for a bag of poop that they would often try to balance on their head. It was an original approach to life, to my children, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the item that was selected.

My Square Martian looked for a lava lamp that they would sometimes put up their bum. It should be a fairly curious action, to my grandpa, but not to the Martian, who feels it was miraculous. A lava lamp would be the item that was opted for.

My Square Martian desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would embrace. This seems to be an odd suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who felt that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a pint of beer is the item to select.

My Square Martian carried a radiator that they would often try to balance on their head. It might be a fairly surprising undertaking, to my children, but not to the Martian, who feels it was stunning. Honestly, a radiator was the thing that was selected.

My Square Martian desperately craved for a CD player that they would occasionally put on his head. This seems to be an unusual thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Remarkably, a CD player is the thing that was chosen.