Rick is in his lab, looking at the world around him with no expression whatsoever. Suddenly, he gets an idea that sparks a light of hope in his eyes. He’ll commit suicide. He goes over to his lab bench and starts frantically mixing chemicals together. He screwed an object into some sort of machine, and chuckles as he aligned his head with the lasers. “..W-erp-ubba Lubba Dub Dub..” ..he mutters in a forsaken tongue, a phrase meaning one’s suffering.