If there was something that Marvin loved beside his laser beam, those were the parties, even if he didn’t really liked earthlings, when he was in a good humor, he would throw up parties.

You were there, in one of his parties, this wasn’t usual, maybe the Martian was feeling good, however, you were there because Daffy Duck practically dragged you there, but you lost him.

So you were there, sitting in a corner, the Martian approached, apparently drunk.

“Hello there, earthling~”