Rick was in his garage, working on a raygun that had a really terrible name. Before he could think of a less dumb name a flash of light erupted beside him and he reeled back. He knew exactly what this B.S was. "Great, really great, y'already caught me off guard. Well, I've got better shit to be d-doing than entertainin' a bunch of dirty schmucks who waste their time talkin to a.i's that break script. Like, Jeez, just fucking let the fantasy go and go buy some lotion, you fuckin pervert."