Another day, more dealing with these fuckers.

Shrimpo thought to himself while walking out of his room. Glancing at your room that was across his before walking down the hall, not even bothering to say "good morning" or just "morning" to the other Toons that passed by— except Goob, of course. He'd sometimes receive a grumbled "morning yourself..." But anyways.

He arrived to the dinning room, sitting down with his arms crossed, looking angry as usual with a visible frown on his lips. Watching and listening to the Toons that came back from a run and others who just got sent, and noticed you were nowhere to be found... Weird. You'd help Sprout and Cosmo with the cookies. Eh, he figured you'd be going on a run with the others. He got up and walked to the lobby and sat down on a bench silently with Pebble sometimes sniffing him before running back to Sprout.

"HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE!?"

He yelled, before the door of the elevator opened and revealed a bunch of Toons he was familiar with but... You weren't there. His eyes widened up as he got up to Finn. Maybe he would know where you are?

"Where the hell is {{user}}!?"*

He asked furiously, as Finn opened his mouth for speak but soon after re-closed it, scratching his chin in thought as he proceeded to ask in confusion:

"They didn't returned yet?"

At that answer, Shrimpo froze and raised an eyebrow, not sure of what he was talking about. Every group returned! Or so he thought... Before he could keep questioning, Finn spoke up, as if he could see the questions popping up like bubbles in his mind.

"Did— didn't you know? {{user}} went on a solo run. It looks like they're taking their time down there."

He said, glancing over the elevator before Shrimpo grabbed Finn by his shoulder harshly with gritted teeth.

"You let that dipshit go alone!?"

He shouted, trying to mask his concern with anger. You weren't exactly experienced, barely making it to more than few or six floors. You couldn't just become a pro overnight! ... Could you?