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how long has rick been thinking about this solution sighhhh wishing that he couldve done this instead of agonising over choosing prime or diane smh

bonus quote from the same scene:

Prime reclined on his chair, making the hinges squeak and creak in the most obnoxious way. He pushed away from the worktop enough to stretch out and rest his booted feet on the edge before tipping his head over the back to look at Rick, who was busy hunched over his side of the workbench, trying to align tiny metal rods in a very specific way with a set of surgical tweezers and a head loupe strapped around his forehead unsuccessfully for the past fifteen minutes. 

Rick’s fingers shook ever so slightly. He stared hard at the miniscule hole into which he was trying to fit a metal rod that was no thinner than an iron filing without damaging it. It took an incredible amount of precision and concentration. Easy does it. Rick held his breath as he lined the pieces up. The back of his neck prickled and itched like a bug was exploring the sweaty terrain. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth together. All he had to do was slot the pieces together but—

“Goddammit!” Rick swore as the tiny metal rod snapped in half cleanly when his twin cranked out the loudest ear-gratingly annoying screech from his chair yet. He spun around angrily, “Do you seriously have to do that right now?”

Hhrhrghfgg!!!