Mr Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.
"Mr Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever." - The Twits
Mr Twit is one half of a horrible couple called The Twits. He and his wife (and we never really find out why they married...) spend most of their time terrorising each other with nasty tricks, except for the times when they're terrorising the children, animals and birds that have the misfortune to cross their path - like the poor Muggle-Wump Monkeys.
The other thing you should know about Mr Twit is that he has a horrible, hairy, bristly, dirty, smelly beard that he never washes. Ever. "Even on Sundays," we're told.
As a result, that beard is full of all sorts of disgusting leftovers from Mr Twit's meals: cornflakes, tinned sardines, stilton cheese.
Roald Dahl tells us, "Because of all this, Mr Twit never really went hungry. By sticking out his tongue and curling it sideways to explore the hairy jungle around his mouth, he was always able to find a tasty morsel here and there to nibble on."
We know. YUCK.
Oh, do shut up, you old hag.
Mr Twit 1
Roald Dahl's The Twits