Another day another Ricktastrophe narrowly avoided. I nearly lost my mcguffin in the parking lot of the Wendys when I ran into the Master of the Skies and Wind (farts) tried to tell me I was flying too close to her airspace. I haven’t used my spaceship in months because of her!
Siiiinnncccceee there are no boundaries on this place let’s just say I’m here to conquer your Ricks and get away with their sick Rick loot. The real trophies I collect are the little bits in the boxes of Rick’s garages - the one’s they’ll never care about.