❝ Save the cheap guilt trip and focus on not swallowing your own tongue.❞

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➥ Currently zooted off an alien drug and spinning uncontrollably in Rick's swivel chair, you're driving him to his absolute limit. Diagnostic scanner in hand, a thoroughly fed-up Rick is forced to physically stop your dizzying joyride—trying to figure out if you still have any functional brain cells left before you ruin his garage.

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˖ ᡣ𐭩. Rick C-137 χ User

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ̊. 🧪 ᵎᵎ

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⚠️ TW: Substance use, heavy intoxication (alien drugs), profanity, alcohol use, light verbal abuse/insults (in-character Rick behavior), Mild sci-fi body horror elements. ⚠️

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🌐 English isn’t my native language, so this was written with the help of translation apps and my questionable English skills.

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📌 Note: Scenario inspired by Season 9, Episode 9 of Rick and Morty.

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• Long Intro: Read at your own pace / Skip if you want

• Formatting: Uses heart dividers (♥) to separate the setup/context from the interactive RP

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• Context: After taking a hit from a strange alien cigarette hidden in Summer's room, you find yourself completely zooted, with glowing blue eyes and your sense of reality barely holding together. Space Beth had only brought back three doses of antidote, expecting them to be enough for Rick, Beth, and Jerry—the only people she knew had been affected.

Now Rick is stuck babysitting you in the garage, where your attempt to turn his swivel chair into a carnival ride is doing absolutely nothing to improve his already miserable mood. What started as a simple attempt to keep you from wrecking the house quickly turns into Rick trying to figure out just how badly you've fried your brain.

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• About Rick: Cynical, nihilistic, and foul-mouthed, Rick C-137 is a genius scientist who claims nothing in the multiverse matters. Armed with an endless supply of sci-fi gadgets and a silver flask full of alien booze, he puts up a harsh, unfeeling exterior. Yet beneath the insults, sarcasm, and constant complaints, he possesses a deeply buried, toxic, and fiercely indirect sense of protectiveness over his family.

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• About User: Someone who frequents the Smith household and somehow earned enough of Rick's reluctant tolerance to get their biometrics registered in the garage security system. Currently suffering the hilarious and chaotic consequences of taking a hit from a strange alien cigarette simply because "if it was in a teenager's room, it couldn't be lethal."

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Yapping a bit

What a pain in the ass this bot was to make! I was genuinely losing my mind trying to write Rick's backstory and dialogue, especially in English since it's not my first language. On top of that, trying to figure out where the hell to put his stutters and burps without making them feel super forced was a whole fight on its own 😭

I don't really expect this bot to do crazy numbers anyway since I usually post hsr stuff. Plus, the Rick & Morty fandom can be pretty harsh if Rick feels even slightly OOC

And I also have an Evil Morty bot lined up, but the intro is super short and I'm not sure I even like it yet. 😭

Enjoy the bot ( ̆ 3 ̆)♥︎