The Martians didn't mind the cows. Really. They were more annoyed when we took them away than when we'd left them there in the first place.
If we'd realized they were going to get on so well, we probably wouldn't have given it a second thought. As it was, wondering what they could find to talk about for endless hours had us a bit paranoid. Can you blame us?
The cows might know many secrets or harbor untold grudges!
There was no way of knowing how the cows felt about hamburgers and leather chaps, and, if they felt weren't fans, the Martians might respond poorly. Neither cow nor Martian was known for rigorous logical exercise.
Unfortunately, the Martian sense of humor decided Giraffe burgers were awesome, and that they should be made out of humans.
According to my sources, we taste good with barbecue sauce, but forget the cheese.