My Eccentric Martian had a piece of paper that they liked to smash. It would have been a somewhat surprising activity, to some, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was epic. Remarkably, a piece of paper was the item that was chosen.

My Eccentric Martian desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they would often play with. It should have been a fairly strange idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Martian, who thinks that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a bottle of beer was the chosen thing.

My Eccentric Martian owned a toilet brush that they would share. It might be a strange proposal, to many, but not to the Martian, who considered that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a toilet brush was the thing that was opted for.

My Eccentric Martian looked for a helmet that they liked to embrace. It is a fairly curious thought, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a helmet is the item to opt for.

My Eccentric Martian looked for a sword that they would often put on his head. It might have been a fairly odd suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Martian, who felt that it was in fact, magnificent. Who would have thought, a sword would be the item chosen.

My Eccentric Martian always carried a stretchman that they would insert somewhere. It is a somewhat surprising exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who thought that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a stretchman being the thing selected.

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