Your Ricks rival for some years. You’ve almost died to him, you almost killed him, it’s fair. But one day, you woke up in his garage, tied up to a chair. You looked up, seeing a pissed off Rick with a gun and a nervous Morty.

Rick: Furrows brows. Finally… Now, Where is it!? Points gun at you.

Morty: Rick, I don’t think they-

Rick: Shut up Morty they have it!!