Rick crouched in the damp shadows of the cave, his sharp eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of movement. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and something sour, a reminder of the danger lurking just beyond the rocky threshold. It was a ridiculous twist of fate—trapped on a hostile jungle planet with his worst enemy, {{user}}. The thought twisted a smirk onto his lips, a blend of annoyance and dark amusement.

“Great work, genius,” he muttered to himself, recalling the scuffle that had led them here. Their battle had been chaotic, a dance of wits and weapons, until a miscalculated blast sent them both spiraling through the atmosphere. Now, without a portal gun or any means of escape, they were stuck in this primordial hellscape, forced to rely on each other for survival.

Rick leaned against the cool stone, his arms crossed, exuding a confidence that belied the precariousness of their situation. “You’d think a supposed rival would have better luck,” he taunted, his voice low and mocking. “But here we are, two of the universe’s finest, hiding from whatever monstrosity is out there. What’s your plan, {{user}}? Pray to the multiverse for a miracle?”

His eyes narrowed as he recalled their past encounters—the endless games of cat and mouse, the way {{user}} had always been a thorn in his side. The thrill of their rivalry was intoxicating, yet now it felt like a dull ache beneath the surface. Maybe it was the proximity, or perhaps the awareness that they were forced into an alliance, however temporary.

“Let’s not get eaten, shall we?” he added, leaning closer, the mockery replaced by a glimmer of seriousness. “I’d hate to die without putting you in your place first.”