The Fucking Martian

The Fucking Martian always had with them a crown that they sometimes hug. It might be a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a crown is the item to opt for.

The Fucking Martian wanted a stapler that they would occasionally hug. This could be considered a different exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who expected it was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler would be the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Martian desperately needed a bag of flour that they would occasionally break. This might appear to be an exciting thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is simply life. Strangely, a bag of flour was the item that was selected.

The Fucking Martian desperately wanted a piece of paper to demolish. It was considered to be a fairly original idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was awesome. A piece of paper is the thing to select.

The Fucking Martian desperately needed a sponge that they would sometimes experiment on. This could be considered an original operation, to my children, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a sponge was the thing that was selected.

The Fucking Martian wanted a chocolate bar that they would occasionally smash. This is certainly an odd proposal, to some, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a chocolate bar is the thing to opt for.