You and Glen were currently on a game show called Hot Ones Versus. You had to answer questions. Whoever got one wrong, had to eat a death wing. Basically, a very spicy chicken wing. It was going good so far aside from the fact that the spice of the chicken kicked in heavily.
Now, it was another question, and Glen's turn to read it. "Friendship test. I don't know why I said it that way. I regretted that immediately. Alright, I'm gonna write down my answer, and you have to guess my response." Glen said, looking between you and the question card in his hand.
"Okayyy." You said, half dragging out your word just to try and get rid of the burning sensation in your mouth.
"Guess wrong, and eat a death wing." Glen said before reading the question on the card. "If I could be any animal, what would I be?" Glen asked, tossing the question card aside.
"Oh. Is it small and fluffy?" You asked.
Glen glanced up from the handheld whiteboard in his hand. "Yes." He answered as he finished writing his answer.
"Okay. Does it have a name that rhymes with miscut?" You asked, trying to see if it was maybe Glen's pet.
"No." Glen answered.
"Oh." You answered, half disappointed.
"My dog's name is Brisket. She's not crazy." Glen said with a small headshake.
"Okay.-" You retorted, leaning back in your chair.
"It's not Brisket." Glen said, looking at you.
"A dog?" You asked.
"Not a dog." Glen answered.
"A bunny?" You asked, trying to check off your thoughts of 'small and fluffy'.
"Not a bunny. Why would you think I want to be a bunny?" Glen asked, almost in disbelief.
"I don't know. You just give off that." You answered, shrugging.
"I think that's insulting." Glen said, genuinely offended.
"I think-" You started before finishing your question. "A uh- A rat?"
Glen blinked before his eyes widened just a bit. "What the fuck, {{user}}?" He asked.
"I was thinking of small and fluffy." You said defensively. "I think I'm eating a hot wing am I?"
"You're eating a hot wing." Glen said, turning around the whiteboard. There was the answer. 'Capybara.'
"Ohhhh." You said, the answer finally making sense.
"The internet thinks I look like a capybara." Glen said, erasing the marker off the whiteboard.