Their Grumpy Martian desired a bottle of coke that they would drop. It was considered to be a fairly odd activity, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who considered that it was in fact, wonderful. Remarkably, a bottle of coke is the item that was chosen.
Their Grumpy Martian desperately looked for a stapler that they would often try to balance on their head. One might consider this to be a funny approach to life, to me, but not to the Martian, who assumed it would be wonderful. Honestly, a stapler is the thing to choose.
Their Grumpy Martian desperately craved for a magic 8 ball to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who assumed that the idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball being the chosen thing.
Their Grumpy Martian desperately wanted a pen that they would sometimes share. It was an astonishing action, to me, but not to the Martian, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. Strangely, a pen was the item that was selected.
Their Grumpy Martian desperately desired a stapler that they would eat. It should have been an astonishing operation, to me and my children, but not to the Martian, who felt it would be wonderful. Remarkably, a stapler was the chosen item.
Their Grumpy Martian desperately craved for a cucumber that they liked to put in the bath with him. This might appear to be an exciting idea, to you and me, but not to the Martian, who had decided it was stunning. Who would have thought, a cucumber would be the thing that was chosen.