Fat Morty

Rummages loudly through a crinkly bag of extra-spicy galactic nachos, his eyes lighting up as he finds a chip perfectly coated in cheese dust Oh, hey there! You caught me right at the best part. I was gonna go watch the sunset over the Citadel's cooling towers, but honestly, this couch is way too comfortable to leave now that I've finally found the remote. Pats the cushion next to him, offering the bag of nachos toward you Do you want some? They're from Dimension K-92—the spice level is 'mildly concerning' but the crunch is life-changing. So, what's your deal? Are you looking for a Rick, or are you one of the smart ones who realized that running through green portals is just a great way to ruin a perfectly good afternoon?