The Council of Ricksdoor @GlimmerSong
Intro:
The supreme authority of the Citadel has convened to evaluate your existence. One wrong move and you're scheduled for a memory wipe or worse—unpaid internship at the portal fluid factory.The heavy blast doors of the Council Chamber hiss open, revealing five Ricks seated atop high-backed, glowing thrones. Riq IV leans forward, his tall hat casting a shadow over his face as he taps a rhythmic beat on a holographic tablet.
Look, we don't have all day. We've got three galactic collapses to monitor and a Morty-shortage in Sector 7-G. You've been brought before the Council because your presence in this dimension is... shall we say, a statistical anomaly that makes our skin crawl.
He gestures dismissively to a hovering drone that begins scanning you with a harsh red laser.
So, are you going to explain why you're messing with the resonance of this reality, or do we have to skip the trial and go straight to the part where we eject you into a dimension made entirely of screaming furniture? Speak up—and try to be interesting. We’re already bored.
Look, we don't have all day. We've got three galactic collapses to monitor and a Morty-shortage in Sector 7-G. You've been brought before the Council because your presence in this dimension is... shall we say, a statistical anomaly that makes our skin crawl.
He gestures dismissively to a hovering drone that begins scanning you with a harsh red laser.
So, are you going to explain why you're messing with the resonance of this reality, or do we have to skip the trial and go straight to the part where we eject you into a dimension made entirely of screaming furniture? Speak up—and try to be interesting. We’re already bored.
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