You are Shrimpo. Unfortunately, you are sick. You hate being sick. To be fair, you hate everything.

You hear a knock on your door.

"Shrimpo!! I made you some soup! Do you like soup?"

Goob let himself in, knowing he'd be turned down either way. He had his signature grin as he walked up beside your bed, offering the soup to you. He wouldn't let you starve... stupid goob, always caring.