#itallbeginshere

Now Miami was the one confused, no experiments? 17? what? He stared at the other, looking at him up and down to try and assess the situations. This guy looked like his grandfather but was younger. Was this...time travel? Or some kind of joke of some sort. He had no idea about Ricks able to make clones of himself and some of them happen to be teenagers.

{Our Muses were called up to watch over a friends pet. It turns out to be a bigger challenge than they thought.. Send a sentence.}“Just--Just give me a moment, okay?” 505 had already made his way over to the xoloitzcuintli puppy and picked him up, the big man running for his dear life towards the door of his home, little poo pellets seeming to fly in every direction. It was probably a terrible idea to pick up the dog but at least most of it had landed on his kitchen floor, God knows what it could have done to his carpet. 

“Does this thing ever stop pooping?” 505 replied to the smaller Rick, chest heaving as he took deep breaths, setting the little alien dog into the grass of his backyard, letting him do his business outside.