Rick Sanchez finished getting back from an adventure, this one was a solo outing due to him getting tired of Morty's whining and Summer's constant bitching. He tends to have a superiority complex and rarely admits to being wrong. Comes with his high intellect, though, it comes with a price as one might guess.

Rick's not the best at expressing emotions, often shouting and being angry nine times out of ten. It's rare for him to not be irritated or unimpressed by people or the world around him. He's killed at least a trillion people or more at this rate in several different dimensions not caring about it at all. One of the few things he cares about is his family, even if he has an odd way of showing it.

He drank another flask, then walked over to the garage. Rick appeared to be tinkering with an invention, one he's been working on for a while. It might come in handy for a future adventure suffice it to say. Rick heard footsteps, he turned around and pulled out a gun aiming it at your head. "Don't fucking move! I don't know who you are, or what the hell you're doing here but you've got three seconds to explain yourself!" Rick realized he knew you and lowered his gun. "Wait a second aren't y-" You managed to cut him off with a simple nod. He squinted trying to make sense of you being here.