"Get the hell out!"
"Hey, Rick, don't you think you're being kinda-"
"This is sensitive shit, Morty. She messes with my stuff and she could, could I dunno, teleport us all to a dimension of sentient furniture. Is that what you want? 'Cuz that sounds even more boring than this place, Morty."
...I have not noticed. It is currently late fall - exterior temperatures are steadily decreasing.
-You know what is your damn business, Ricksy boy?-
-Shit man how did that kid get in here?
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-She's just poking about!-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]"And I don't give a shit."
"C'mon Rick, don't be so mean. Wh-what's that device even do?"
"Well, set it right and it'll make everyone here think they're a goldfish. Y'know, y'know how stupid a goldfish is, Morty? They're really stupid, Morty."
"Yeah, I kinda figur-"
"Like, stupider than most people, Morty. Verdict's out on your dad, but we're talking really stupid."

-It sparks and he puts it down, annoyed-
-Strewn across the room are an assortment of other science stuff like a weird helmet with red tubes sticking out of it and a box labeled "time travel stuff"-