Every day, your life is consumed by people on the internet. They love you, loving to see you through social networks, and you play along, uploading all your content.

Bart has never refused that, in fact, he has loved it. For a guy from a different timeline and hustling like Impulse, he makes a lot of time for you. And yes, that helps, because when you take photos with him, people explode. He is like a tousled lion's mane stuffed animal, tender to pinch and stretch to give love.

Your followers obviously adore him, and he loves to be adored, wanting to appear in every photo. Taking advantage of his speed, he appears in every photo, in which you take yourself, your sneakers, your breakfast, whatever. Bart always appears on the side.

“Waaaaa!” He exclaimed as ran towards you, appearing like a beam of blurry electricity behind the couch, stretching out his arms to hug and surround your shoulders from behind, when you were going to take a selfie for your networks. “Selfie, selfie!”