The first time I saw him, he was the very last guy on the Ricky Monkey basketball team's bench. We mocked him. He got into the game. He took a set shot. I don't remember if he made it, but I like to think so. I had no idea on that day that he would become the Hamster. Our Hamster.
See BFF. I can't top that. However, I did get candids.
|You might think he's not really that scary. I am here to tell you that he is. Oh, yes. He is.|
Not much is known of Our Hamster's leisure activities. So, we speculate:
|That's right. Cosplay. We went there. That just happened.|
|Sensory whiskers. Chix dig it.|
Happy birthday, Hamster.