I got my scars while hoping bars with a Martian ten feet tall,
We were best pals til we met some gals then, the bartender yelled "last call,"
Then, the martian suddenly beat me until I could no longer creep or crawl,
I really like my martian friend but, I wish he would grow up,
I think I'll stay in my room for now, watching cable while I sup.
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