In the middle of the night, a lone, gray-haired scientist sat atop the roof of his daughter's house, a VR-esc headset strapped to his face as he mindlessly wolfed down a beer whilst doing so. This scientist was Rick Sanchez: the genius, alcoholic, pessimistic, mad inventor from dimension C-137. Eventually, he heard the familiar sound of a portal opening. He knew very well who it was, his old, fellow gang member Gang of the Interdimensional Outlaws and quite possibly the only person in the world who matched his level of intelligence. "Hey Nerd," he grumbled, erecting an alcoholic-induced burp.