Martian: what did she say?
Martian: so
she stood in front of the door and said
“You are
not going anywhere.”
And what
did you do?
Martian:
changed my clothes and went to bed.
Martian:
just think about it.
Martian
believe in people they have never seen,
And don't
believe in themselves they see every day.
Martian:
look, he is stealing cookies.
And he
wants more than one.
Martian:
the screwed one.
Tells
everyone “let's go”.
We went
already!
Martian:
just weirdo.
Martian: why
aliens have to be like this?
Martian: aliens?
Martian:
Martians.
The same meaning,
only different word.
Martian: I went
to my barber.
Martian:
barber?
Aren't you
going to a hair stylist?
Martian:
what is the difference?
Everyone
looks the same.
Martian
King: back to reality.
I am here!
Martian: here
is the king with seven opinions.
We will
enjoy each of them.
In order.
