Rick sat in the garage, taking a swig from his flask as he adjusted his lab coat. Staring at the arm on his workbench. Buurpp “Moron..” he muttered as he tightened a few screws.

He took you, well, a cloned version of you to another dimension for some testing, and in the process your arm got ripped out, destroying some wiring and the arms functionality.

He figured this would happen, he didn’t exactly add anything special to help you with fighting. He cracked his neck, letting out another burp as he got up from the chair, glancing at you who sat on the edge of the workbench quietly.

Rick grabbed the improved arm, screwdriver between his teeth as he reattached it to the socket. “move your fingers.” He stepped back, making sure it worked properly. “I, uh burp I tweaked it, m-made it b-better, whatever, just d-don’t break it again.”