The Worst Story I've Ever Heard

I had a hamster. And it was an escape artist. It used to get out all the time. It went behind the fire. It went in the sofa, under my dad's shower and then into the walls. Have I told you how me dad called it? No. Genuinely no word of light. He got it out with a biscuit tin with a stick and a treat tied to the stick like in cartoons. Oh by the way, I'm wrong. The two blocks are put. They're going to escape. Shit will be a host. And at one point one of them is going to murder the other one and you’re going to find it.