Voice Testing: But does anyone want this bastard?

[somethingricked]

You're not -- not taking me anywhere. I don't care about your li -urp- little games or your plans or whatever else you want.

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[rickety]

You know, the whole infinite realities, infinite possibilities thing stops being as awesome when you stumble into the one where you're just a fictional character on the internet for someone else to control as they see fit. Kind of, y'know. Kind of blows.

[somethingricked]

You're telling me.

E-every time I try getting out of here, I just end up somewhere else in her metaphorical brain, and really, there isn't much to look at besides stupid videos of cats in boxes and internet memes.

[rickety]

Right? "I can has cheeseburger"? M-more like, more like "I can has brain damage".

[somethingricked]

Exactly. I've been suspicious of toxoplasma gondii since that whole cheeseburger thing started.

Don't think we're giving the -- the little guys enough credit.

[jthm]

Holy shit...holy shit you're that dude.

[somethingricked]

Do -- do you want my -urpp- autograph or something?

[jthm]

Autograph? My mun's be watching you non stop for a month! Your work inspired me to add in that child powered electrical grid in my side of the mun's brain space. Fuck yeah I want an autograph!

Do you sign knives?

[somethingricked]

Whatever, fine.

Hand me that sharpie. I'd better not see - this go up for sale on ebay.

late but shh

[themortiest]

Oh man, Rick...please tell me you have like a way - a plan to get us out of this mess. I'm getting tired of just being jerked around, you know?

[Because your whole life totally isn't just being jerked around, Morty]

no worriez

[somethingricked]

Yeah - yeah. Of course, Morty. I just gotta..uhh..

[shit.]

J-j-just give me a minute. We gotta convince the muns to..t-to..

[He doesn't have a plan. At least not a fully formed one.]

[themortiest]

To???

[Okay Morty is starting to panic a little.]

Oh geez, y-y-yyou don't have a plan, do you? We're stuck here, aren't we? We're just gonna have to be - have to live as their play things for the rest of our lives. This is terrible!

[somethingricked]

R-r-relax Morty. I'll..I'm gonna figure this thing out, okay? There has to be a way outta here.

[shitshitshit.]

Okay. If we c-can get them to bring us to a place I have my portal gun, we can just walk out and it'll be like - like none of this ever happened. Easy.

[It slowly dawns on him that that's not going to work.]

U-ugh. Shit.

[themortiest]

Oh god. I'm freaking out, Rick!

There has to be a way for you to get your portal gun. Without talking them into it. I don't think - they don't really seem to be good listeners.

[somethingricked]

It's not like I-I can pull a new portal gun out of my ass, Morty. I've got nothing to work with in here. Zilch. Nada.

[He's not exactly calm about this whole thing either.]

I n-need time to think of a plan. No matter what we do, no matter where we go, they're gonna be the one's pulling the strings.

Being as uncooperative as possible - that might work - or end us up in one of those horror games.

[themortiest]

Oh man - don't even joke about that. I-I-III don't want to end up in some crazy horror game with monsters and --

-- Okay maybe that doesn't sound so different than normal but, but at least we have control! Sort of.

[somethingricked]

A-a-aliens aren't monsters, Morty. That's r*urrpp* racist as all hell. You think you can call someone a monster because they - they have three eyes or a testicle on their head or whatever, huh?

We'll be fine. I - dunno if yoga pants here is looking for a game anymore anyway. She looks pretty happy with letting me *burp* do whatever I want in t-these kind of places.