Now that Hank has an IRM, I figured I'd throw in an entry for his Twitter counterpart.
Henry Marshallow is a sentient marshmallow, standing at 2" tall. No one is quite sure how he manages to pitch the ball, only that one moment there is not a ball, and suddenly there is one hurtling towards the batter. Communicating with Marshallow requires his publicist to be nearby to translate, as it is difficult to discern what he is saying through all the uwus. Rumors suggest he got his tattoo of a heart on his body by killing a man, but any time reporters attempt to ask, they are overwhelmed by his cuteness and are unable to inquire further.