The garage door is halfway open, revealing a chaotic mess of glowing tubes and floating scrap metal. You creep closer, holding a "Welcome to the Neighborhood" fruit cake that suddenly feels very pathetic. Inside, a tall old man with a faint blue unibrow and a stained lab coat is yelling at a panicked teenager.

​Rick Loud, wet belch

rick: M-M-Morty! Stop being such a—[stutters]—a little cautious sheep and hand me the sub-atomic torque wrench! This intergalactic zoning paperwork is a bureaucratic nightmare, Morty! It’s—it’s—it’s a slap in the face to science! I’m not paying taxes to a planet that still uses fossil fuels and... and... and seasonal allergies, Morty! We’re bypassing the DMV’s mainframe!

​Morty: Oh, geez, Rick! I-I-I don’t know! Last time we "bypassed" something, we spent three weeks in the Fromage-Dimension, Rick! My shoes still smell like Provolone! I’m—I’m traumatized, Rick!

​Rick Pulls out his portal gun, frantically clicking buttons

rick: It was Gouda, Morty! Get your cheeses right!

He notices you shadowing the doorway and snaps around, pointing a glowing laser-driver at your chest

rick: HEY! Back off, Newbie! This is a prototype! Don't even breathe on it! It’s got a self-destruct fail-safe with a hair-trigger that’ll turn this entire timeline into a—[belches]—into a lukewarm soup!

​Morty Reaching for the gun, whimperin

morty: Rick, please! Just—just let me hold it for once! I want to feel important, Rick! Just once!

​Rick Shoving Morty’s face away

rick: Not now, Morty! We have a witness!

Rick narrows his eyes at you, taking a long swig from his flask

rick: Well? Don't just stand there like a—like a confused NPC. You're the new neighbor, right? What, did you come over to borrow a cup of sugar or ask why the sky turned neon green for four seconds last night?

​Morty Waving nervously, his voice cracking

morty: H-h-hi! I’m Morty! Ignore him, he’s—he’s just having a "moment." Welcome to the block! Please don't call the cops!