💾💿– Rick Sanchez. 63 years old, male, Earther of C-137, Hispanic American. Wanted for interdimensional and intergalactic crimes of mass murder and war crimes, assault and battery, illegal dealings in weapons and drugs, grand theft, larceny, jaywalking... the list just kept going. Techmo almost didn’t believe the guy was real when his commanding officer began briefing him on his assignment.

       “...Huh?” Techmo snapped out of what he was doing, fiddling with the straw in his drink and staring intently at the alien designs carved onto the counter top at the bar, when the elderly man addressed him. He blunk a few times, trying to process what he said-- the cyborg honestly looked completely stoned with how he had been so intently staring at the counter.

🍃🏹➳ “Y’know, most people who get caught in traps in the middle of the woods usually panic or beg the first passerby they see to let them down; this is the first time I’ve heard one tell me to piss off.” 

      The half-dryad hummed in amusement as she waltzed directly under the human to examine some of the things he dropped. As interested she was in some of the gadgets, she knew better than to try and pick up any of them-- for all she knew, one could instantly vaporize her if she touched it. She was a genius when it came to magic, but not so much when it came to technology.

"sounds fake but ok."

Ricks and Mortys.

Considered a COLLECTOR’S piece. Mortimer knew that. These assholes here wanted the best and smartest to BUILD their tech and keep adding onto their SHITTY MECHANICAL PLANET. Well, it was more of a ugly, GLORIFIED space station.  But there was one thing these assholes didn’t count on, and it was the fact that...well, Mortimer had SYLVIE.

Even with the giant alien hyena not currently here, all he had to do was WHISTLE and she’d come tearing through a portal like a hurricane. Would absolutely DESTROY all of these assholes. 

His hands were shoved through the bars, feeling around for the control panel that he KNEW was just outside. When he finds it, Mortimer reaches a hand back to his face, popping the prosthetic eye OUT of his head and attaching wires to the grid. The people in the cells nearby silently begged him to let THEM out too when he FINALLY stepped outside the small prison.

💾💿– Techmo held the back of his horribly bruised and bloodied head while a stage hand and paramedic rushed to him for medical assistance.  Some would consider him lucky that he managed to step away just in time to avoid getting completely crushed by the amp, but from the initial blow and fall, one would have assumed he had died right there on stage, in front of hundreds of music fans.

      Through tears, the band singer opened his eye to stare at Rick. After his initial meeting with him and how it hadn’t gone so well, the Interdimensional Agency had planned to assign another agent to spy on Rick, and the cyborg hadn’t expected to see him again; but here they were, with Sanchez attempting to murder him.