Glitch is my little Poptart for two reasons. One, because of a mistake he made. Two, the Nyan Glitch thing, definitely.
When I joined Twitter, he made the mistake of thinking I was going to have him for dinner - he was scared of me. Like I was some sort of monster (me? A monster? You’re too kind~) who was going to cook him up and eat him. I haven’t let him live that down and threaten to throw him in the oven (or toaster, should I say, since he is a poptart) as many chances as I get.
(He also thinks we sleep in coffins.)