"Oliver, look at this! The hamster looks like he is reprimanding me, pointing his paw out, and squeaking. So adorable." Calling his friend's attention again, Mark imitates the hamster's gesture.

"He is probably calling you doofus, Eat up!"

Plates of food quickly piled up in the breakfast counter, making the running hamster have a limited space to move, Oliver got a small bowl, filling mixed nuts before getting the hamster in.

"Squeak!" Thank you!

Holding a nut in his hand, his indignation quickly forgotten, he sits down, nibbling the sweet snack, twinkling eyes looking at the other man. His favourite person in this world besides his master.

"Hey, Do you think that I'm a doofus?" The man again poke him on his head, making him stop eating, he wants to want to bite the man but on other thought, he is too busy to care.

He did not know the meaning of doofus but judging by the rude man's voice, it is probably a bad thing so he nodded his head making the other man guffawed. Yup, it is a bad thing!

Feeling happy he sits down again, his back towards the rude man before resuming his eating, not caring to the laughter knowing that it is not for him. Ah, sweet victory!

"Hey! You even nodded your head, should I make you a hamster's barbecue?" He threatened, pulling him out of the bowl, hanging upside down precariously in the air, embracing an almond.

"Squeak!" Help! Help! I don't want to become a barbecue! Help!

"Be careful, you might dislocate his joint!" Gathering the hamster again from the claws of his friend, putting it back into the bowl, settling it away from Mark's A match.

A fat glob of tears full from his eyes, in the second time, his life flashes before his eyes, that man is bad.

WuWuWuWu.

He doesn't like it here, his master had lied to him, humans are bad. He doesn't want to be human anymore!

After five minutes of living with a human, the little becomes become so discouraged, even giving up his lifetime dream. Human for him is a dreadful creature, torturing even the small him.

"He is crying! Look! Even his tears are fat!" Pointing at the little hamster in the bowl, tears streaming down his face, wetting his fur in the process. Mark chuckled, making fun of this one is too much fun.

Oliver looks at the pitiful animal, getting broken because of his friend's antics, he gathered the poor thing in his arms, caressing his fur, trying to calm him down.

"Shhh! Don't cry now, he is kidding, only bad person barbecue a hamster."

"Squeak!" But he is a bad person!

The hamster bowed his head, the tears which somehow stopped again gushing down his face, he cried till the rim of his eyes turned very red. Both his small paws we're rubbing hard to wipe off his tears, he looks so miserable and hopeless.