According to Doc
I am 40% serious about this, and 50% not. 10% pretty sure I’m getting sued.
You know, ever since the pilot we’ve been going on lots of unseen mystical adventures. You know what rhymes with mystical, Mharti?
Haha, I’m just joking. God that joke is overused. No more testicle jokes. I’m fucking tired of hearing lick my balls. Licking my balls is no laughing matter. If you’re serious about licking my balls, then lick them by Jove!
The rruhRicks be jealous that all my science and magic comes from my balls.
So what’s happened so far?
Well, Mharti’s dead. My very first one. So I got myself a new one. It’s a-a *aeuurrp* journey of *bauuraaauhrp* friendship in progress.
The time-traveling Doc Rick Smith of dimension A106 has to deal with a plague that befalls many a Ricks. Needing a replacement for a sidekick. But in this multiverse catered to a more popular duo, this is gonna be a real tough one. A real pain in the you know what!