Their Little Martian

Their Little Martian desired a mug that they would occasionally demolish. It would be a fairly exciting suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, epic. Honestly, a mug was the chosen thing.

Their Little Martian desperately wanted a cup that they would occasionally throw. It should be a new exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a cup of all things.

Their Little Martian desperately craved for a rubber johnny that they liked to hug. It should be a peculiar approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was exciting. Strangely, a rubber johnny is the item to opt for.

Their Little Martian had a cup to worship. It is considered to be a fairly unusual action, to some, but not to the Martian, who expected that this idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a cup is the thing that was chosen.

Their Little Martian needed a sack of potatoes that they sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly new undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes is the item to select.

Their Little Martian always had with them a can of Tango that they sometimes hug. It would have been a somewhat surprising proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Strangely, a can of Tango is the item to choose.