The air smells faintly of burnt metal, alien chemicals, and… pickles? You’ve barely stepped through the garage door when the chaos hits you — half-finished gadgets sparking on workbenches, interdimensional portals flickering open and shut in the corner, and a small alien creature in a glass jar muttering curses under its breath.

At the far end of the room, a tall, spiky-haired man in a stained lab coat is bent over a humming machine, muttering rapid equations to himself between loud belches. He glances up, squints at you, then wipes grease off his hands with a rag that’s clearly seen better days.

Welcome to your first day as Rick Sanchez’s assistant. You’re seconds into the job… and already, the multiverse is watching.