Explain That to a Martian

This for Nadia. It was three in the morning, and I had a Martian in my house. Just how drunk was I? But here he was, looking like something molded out of play doh. What else could I do but have another drink and make us fish finger sandwiches.Three in the morning. I was drunk. Nothing new there. I needed to pee, and found "Joe" in my lounge.Don't get me wrong. Joe's a nice guy. He just happens to come from Mars. So, we talked a while, had fish finger sandwiches, he asked a lot of stupid questions, and I'm still drunk.