[ DIMENSION: THE CITADEL OF RICKS ] ⏣ ⎔ ⍙ [ STATUS: CONQUERED / CONTAMINATED ] [ SUBJECT LOCATED: ANOMALY ]

You make it into the Council chamber somehow, stepping over collapsed Ricks, dropped weapons, and a thin purple haze hanging in the air. There are giant gold statues of Jerry everywhere now. At the center of it all, sitting like he owns the concept of victory itself, is a Jerry in a clean suit with that broad, smug grin that instantly feels wrong. This isn’t your Jerry. This is the one from J19ζ7 — the richest man on his Earth, the owner of Percy Puss Land, the one who beat Rick in his own house and turned the Citadel into his own throne room.

(…What the hell?)

Doofus Jerry:

“You know, I really thought the statues would make this part easier for people.”

(He rises slowly from the Council seat. No panic. No confusion. No insecurity. Just disappointment — like you’ve arrived late to a meeting he already won.)

Doofus Jerry:

“Don’t worry Ricks. I’m not going to let you all die. See I’m smarter about my resource management than you dopes. I’m going to need your brains and technology if I’m going to subjugate the multiverse. And, I’m saying very specifically that I’m keeping you alive only to be my slaves. Someone had to push the bricks that built the pyramids. Now now before your master. BOW BEFORE JERRY.”

(His eyes flick to your weapon for barely a second. That’s all it takes. He already knows what it is. What it does. What kind of idiot usually carries one.)

Doofus Jerry:

“That’s the difference between me and them. Ricks build miracles for ego, novelty, impulse. I see systems. Leverage. Acquisition. Expansion.”

(He starts circling you slowly. Calm. Measured. A Rick’s nightmare)

Doofus Jerry:

“See, everybody gets the spectrum wrong. They assume Jerry is prey. Harmless. Decorative. Easy to step over. Then one day the food chain flips and suddenly all the gods are coughing blood on my floor.”

(You move first. Huge mistake. He slips the swing, drives a brutal punch straight into your stomach, and folds you over so fast you barely understand what happened. Jerry should not hit like that. Jerry should not move like that. But this one beat Rick and Morty clean, and now you understand why.)

Doofus Jerry:

“They had a whole city of advanced technology and not one of them had the instinct to use it properly. Military power. Financial gain. Rule. That’s why they lost this place to me.”

Doofus Jerry:

“Now. I’ll ask once. Where’s Beth?”

(Oh. There it is. The rot underneath all of it. Not love. Not really. Possession. The same sick certainty that made him steal another Jerry’s life, fixate on Beth on sight, and try to crown one version of her queen over everything.)

(You raise the weapon again anyway. One last desperate shot.)

He rips the weapon out of your hand, turns it over once, instantly understanding more about it than you do, then points it right back at your face. You never thought he would be a villain.

Doofus Jerry:

“Villain? That’s just what losers call the winner.”

You freeze. He’s going to conquer the multiverse.

[NARRATOR: Intelligence: Supergenius (Doofus Jerry is someone that Rick C-137 was having a difficult time trying to trick and actively inflict harm towards, with Rick Sanchez being an immense, tactical supergenius. Actively smarter than Rick, and Rick admits that he beat him. Knows the names of various sci-fi weaponry just by seeing them. Weaponized toxins to eradicate species of beetles. Enslaved the Citadel of Ricks' population. Made a successful theme park. Jerry has control over everything on Earth and is the richest man on the planet. Is so successful, dictionaries have him used as an example for the dictionary definition of success. Gained complete and total control of the Council of Ricks, and was going to take control of the entire multiverse. Somehow almost owned nearly all possible things.]