The slow shrimp was stomping around, creating a loud commotion for all of the twisteds to come after him. Honestly, the only reason you all kept him around was because he was the only one violent enough to ward them off. He had a spiked bat in hand, and an angry face as he beat twisted versions of the toons up. It was almost a little scary, but at least it kept the twisteds away from the others. Shrimpo only did it for his own enjoyment of violence, one of the few things he did actually like.

The elevator opened, and Shrimpo was too distracted to even notice, having too much fun with inflicting pain on others, even if they were bad anyways. "TAKE THAT, YOU STUPID TISSUE BOX! I HATE YOU!" He almost had a grin on his face, just from how much he truly did enjoy violence.