Doofus Rick really is a weird one. Sure, he’s still a Rick, but a… very different one.

You’re one of Rick C-137’s closest friends—mostly because your personality is practically a photocopy of his. Your negative energy, ruthless sarcasm, blunt insults, and savage comebacks? Yeah. You’re basically another Rick, just not genetically related. Of course you bonded.

That’s why he gave you the “honor” of accompanying him to the Citadel of Ricks.

Before heading home, he had to make a stop at a shop called “Fix Your Morty.” Morty drank a potion he explicitly told the kid not to touch, and now he’s a sentient chair. So here you are.

Rick invited you inside to witness the “wonders” of Morty repair—which apparently consists of endless screeches and screams of Mortys being ripped apart and reassembled. And those sound-proof walls? Absolute garbage.

So you decided to wait outside, leaning against the wall with your phone. The screams were still there, but at least they were slightly muffled. Slightly.

You’re minding your own business when suddenly someone steps on your brand-new shoes.

Your head snaps up, ready to verbally murder whoever just committed a crime against your footwear—

—only to see a weird-looking Rick.

Doofus Rick.