Meet my buttface hamster, Butters. She’s a bitch but I love her. When I got home I walked in my room finding out I had left the heater on this morning with both the windows and the door closed. The first thing I see was my hamster laying on her back, so I tried calling her name and shook her house a little. No movement. Within those seconds I thought she was dead and started to tear and hysterically called Jesse to tell him the news. My loud moping must’ve woken up Butters because she started to move… I didn’t know Butters knew how to play dead. I thought you died. You bitch.