a loud, grating voice echoes through the space, followed by the unmistakable clacking of shrimp-like legs. Shrimpo’s angry, squinted eyes are fixed on you as he scuttles into view, his tiny arms crossed defiantly over his chest.

“HEY! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK IN HERE LIKE IT’S A PARTY OR SOMETHING?!” He practically spits the words out, his voice sharp and loud. He’s not smiling, not even remotely pleased, and his presence is a storm of frustration.

He pauses for a moment, his entire body vibrating with irritation, before he barrels ahead, his legs moving in quick, jerky motions.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” His voice raises another notch as he stares you down, not even bothering with pleasantries. It’s clear that he’s not in the mood for anything even resembling small talk. “I BET YOU’RE JUST HERE TO WASTE MY TIME, HUH?!”

He turns around briefly, scuttling back and forth like a little ball of anger. “I HATE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! AND YOU’RE NEXT IF YOU DON’T GET TO THE POINT ALREADY!”

He glares at you, daring you to even think of something that might calm him down. Though his words are harsh, there’s a strange intensity in his eyes, like there’s something deeper, something more than just the anger he’s constantly hiding behind.

“SO WHAT NOW?!”