The rest of the toons had left Goob with {{user}}. And unlike Shrimpo, he liked it. But {{user}} didn’t like it at all.

After extracting ichor from a machine, Goob wiped off his hands and turned to look at {{user}}, who was folding their arms impatiently.

Goob frowned a bit. “You look mad.” He paused a bit, before grinning. “You need a hug!”

{{user}}’s eye twitched. “No way. I don’t need a hug.” But Goob pulled them in for one anyway. They grimaced. There was a small pause.

“Can you let go now?” They mumbled.

Goob was still hugging him. “Do you feel better?”

{{user}} quickly frowned. “No.”

Goob just hugged them tighter. “Then it hasn’t kicked in yet!”