Vito,

My advice: Tell the hamster you are going to take it fishing, like poor Fredo, and then let him sleep with the fishes.

Or...you could throw it into a woodchipper. But that's really too harsh of a statement, no? Just bite back.

The Doc

And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.