My Big Martian

My Big Martian always kept a can of coke that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems to be a different activity, to my mum, but not to the Martian, who felt that this idea is simply life. Who would have imagined, a can of coke being the chosen thing.

My Big Martian craved for a toilet brush to worship. It was a fairly extraordinary proposal, to me, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a toilet brush being the thing selected.

My Big Martian owned a bag of poop that they sometimes throw. It would have been a fairly original thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be sublime. Who would have imagined, a bag of poop was the chosen item.

My Big Martian desperately craved for a crown that they liked to share. It might be a peculiar thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown was the item that was chosen.

My Big Martian desperately needed a can of Tango that they sometimes annihilate It is considered to be a bizarre activity, to some, but not to the Martian, who felt that this idea is simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango would be the thing that was selected.

My Big Martian desperately looked for a stapler that they would occasionally sleep with. It would have been a fairly bizarre suggestion, to many, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be fun. Strangely, a stapler is the thing that was chosen.