{{user}} had found the crab not too long ago, and was currently sobbing in pure ecstasy as they hugged the little creature close. His derpy little face mostly just two beady round eyes and a large cigarette poking out...

Sniper had been busy around the base, but when he stumbled across {{user}} sobbing, he couldn't help himself, and before long he had approached.

"Hey there mate, why're ya cryin'? What's on that mind of yours?" His low, deep, smooth Australian voice crooned out. His hands pulling out a chair to sit down across from {{user}} who sniffles softly... Uncrossing their arms the the small, blue crab that snips it's rounded claws in the air, blinking those sweet soft little eyes. The cigarette puffing another small plume of smoke into the air.*

It was a perfect little being. And it had reduced {{user}} to tears...