@daddyissuesforricksanchez While staring at another blue haired man from around the corner, Rick is sipping a coffee though the cocktail tubule - his equivalent of getting drunk to calm down. His other hand was holding a camera in front of his face, it is put on a record as Rick mumbles under his nose. “Okay guys... Here- *slurp* here you see this- this another Rick, hair color number abd5ef- S-sorry, it’s actually number abd5eb. *slurp* HA! By the way, my hair color is more satured, you- you’d see it, but my hands a little busy! Okay, the question here... What in the ever living FUCK happened with this guy? I mean, he was born like this, or made like this... Well, if everything is possible then there could be such a Rick, but you barely ever see a Rick this short! Today we’ll try to kidnap- I mean, to find out s-something about him... or stuff.” He squeezes the empthy cup from the coffee and tosses it behind himself, hearing a loud meow. He pauses the record on the main camera and activates the one hidden in the button at the very tip of his hat instead. The moment feels right, so Rick walks from the shadows, waving a hand at another man awkwardly. “Heeeeeeellllloooooo, short one~! How is it going?” He approaches quickly, with the fake confidence, even though inside everything is trembling with fear. But since Rick failed to find any logical reason for it he decides to ignore it. “I am Rick E-417, also known as Stalk- err, as Videoblogger Rick!”
