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"Squirrels are the mafia of the suburbs, and I stand by that."
Back home, Jerry finishes the "enlightenment chair." It assembles itself into a sleek, minimalist throne and speaks in a soothing, passive-aggressive British voice (voiced by Emma Thompson).
"That was acid reflux of the soul. Now shut up."
Here’s a speculative story for a fictional Rick and Morty Season 6, Episode 3, written in the spirit of the show.
The Algebastard refuses to hand it over unless Rick solves a "simple" equation: —a mathematical proof for the perfect hypothetical escape plan. Specifically: given infinite universes, calculate the exact probability of surviving a jump into a vat of acid while bad guys shoot at you, but only if the acid turns out to be fake, the floor is a trapdoor, and also you look cool doing it.
"You’re still on that? Morty, Jessica is biologically incapable of feeling romantic attraction to anyone with less than three confirmed existential crises per semester. Now grab a flask—we’re leaving."
The Algebastard, now reduced to a floating, crying decimal point, is trapped in a tiny jar on Rick’s shelf. Rick walks by, flicks the jar, and says: