Their Stupid Martian

Their Stupid Martian wanted a bag of poop that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. This seems a fairly original exercise, to me, but not to the Martian, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. Who would have thought, a bag of poop is the thing that was chosen.

Their Stupid Martian desperately looked for a bat that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It might have been a fairly strange approach to life, to most, but not to the Martian, who thought it would be stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a bat was the chosen thing.

Their Stupid Martian had a wig that they would sometimes put on his head. It might have been an exciting idea, to most, but not to the Martian, who thought it was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a wig was the chosen thing.

Their Stupid Martian needed a rubber chicken that they liked to play with. One might consider this to be a new operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, sublime. Who would have imagined, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Stupid Martian desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes experiment on. This is certainly a fairly odd action, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who thought that the idea was out of this world. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Dr Pepper being the thing opted for.

Their Stupid Martian desired a computer that they would sometimes sit and look at. This might appear to be a fairly new thought, to you, but not to the Martian, who feels that it was in fact, breathtaking. Remarkably, a computer of all things.