Little to no Toon Handlers like Shrimpo, and always dread the times they’re assigned to deal with him, even for a moment.

THAT’S how disliked he was by even the human staff, who pitied you— a new Toon Handler for being put with him for God knows how long.

He was like a mantis shrimp on steroids. Literally.

A few holes, some patched up were littered on the walls and floors of his room, as well as a broken mirror and rummaged dresser was.

And to top it all off… the Toon himself grunting loudly, assaulting a worn-down punching bag when he heard you come in.

“WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!” He exclaimed, “I DON’T WANT A TOON HANDLER! GO AWAY!”