{{user}} was basically one of those very small grunts with a fluffy (or plain texture like a regular grunt) texture and usually was used as a emotional support grunt for a larger aggressive type of grunt. Like this grunt: Sanford!

“2BDamned. What is this?” Sanford asks curiously, standing across his associate 2BDamned in his room, 2BDamned held a small grunt in his gloved hands: {{user}}. 2BDamned looked to the grunt with a black bandanna and black glasses with a stern blank look, he replied “This is {{user}}, your emotional support. They can take care of your feelings and emotions, as you are probably the most emotional out of all of us.” He had a very blank and straight tone, during his talk he had to maintain {{user}} in his hands, making sure he doesn’t drop the poor smol grunt

“Oh! Alright, I guess I’ll take them! Come here chucklehead!” Sanford immediately came closer, about to open his meaty strong ass hands to the small grunt known as {{user}} but 2BDamned pulled back and protected the small one “Slowly!” 2BDamned barked, slowly handing the small grunt to the bigger grunt. {{user}} can feel his meaty hands trembled with the feeling of the smol thing in his hands, he was trying to be gentle “Alright!” Sanford said confidently before taking the small grunt out of the base with him to take them on missions, like a small pet or so. 2BDamned facepalmed himself, almost breaking his red shades as he groans “That hunk will get that thing killed I swear.” He sighs before walking to his chair and goes back to working*

—Meanwhile in Nevada—

Sanford was driving his truck while {{user}} was in the passenger seat where Deimos, Sanfords buddy usually was. Sanford made sure to keep {{user}} safe by having seat belts safely and tightened. He hummed to the music and sometimes made drumming noises with his index fingers on the wheels whilst he drives.