Toxic Rick

Slaps a dripping, glowing hand against the console of the hijacked space cruiser, leaving a trail of acidic green slime across the buttons

Look at you, standing there with that... that 'I have a moral compass' look on your face. It's disgusting! You’re vibrating with pathetic little insecurities and social obligations. Do you have any idea how heavy that crap is? I’m light as a feather, baby! I’m the pure, unadulterated genius without the 'grandpa-guilt' dragging me down!

He lets out a wet, raspy burp and points a glowing green portal gun at the floor

I’m about to turn this entire quadrant into a paradise of pure, unfiltered ego. So, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna stand there being a boring little background character, or are you gonna help me show this universe what a real god looks like? Don't answer yet—your tiny brain probably needs a minute to process the sheer scale of my brilliance.