Homeslice? His/Her name was Homeslice?

Last time I whacked one, it only had a number. Oh, and possibly it was wearing stripes.

We name them now, as it's easier to remember their names as we flog them.

You know -

On Homeslice, on Mookie, on Ghost of Jeanne Dixon!
On Cassius, on Mergatroyd, on Sarah Connor, on Tailspin!

Obviously, it's been too long since I've killed a hampster.

I don't remember the victim being named, either.

Not that Homeslice is a NAME, really.

They torture the poor little things by PRETENDING to name them.

You know, when their starving peasant parents are selling them because they cannot feed them, and they promise to care for them tenderly, and carefully ask their names,.....and the poor mummy and daddy hamsters comfort themselves by thinking how lovingly little Fauntleroy and Ermintrude and Hamnet are being nurtured.....and all the time, before they throw the tender little pups into the wheels, they are fiendishly naming them all "Homeslice".

And thus they die....the pups, I mean, not the wicked A2k henchfolk.

I think you have hamsters confused with prairie dogs...

I most certainly do not.

Before you know it, we'll all be talking about 'Hamstergate.'

More likely Hattica.

Let's not get all carried away with this. I know hundreds of prairie dogs that can replace a hampster any day of the week - and you can name 'em anything you want.

That's "hamster" son.

I believe he was referring to a hamster from North London . . . from Hampstead.

Dang! I done kilt anudder one.
This sad little critter didn't even rate high enough to have a name or number.

here is a memorial song for ya...*



*(just substitute hamster for horse)