The knock echoed through the garbage filled halls of the condo. Rick Sanchez of Dimension X-76 had been ruined after a decade of attempts at mythical super science. The remnants of this phase, which Rick remembered fondly as he still had money at that point, were scattered over the previously polished wood floors. But even more numerous than the echoes of a rickdiculous past were the astounding numbers of liquor bottles. The knock reverberated in a significant pile of bottles near the door. Rick was asleep on a beaten, ugly sofa. In front of him was a TV, old and antiquated, hooked up to his only successful invention: Interdimensional Cable. However, the TV was so old it didn't take cable, so Rick assumed it was another dud.

The second knock is what woke Rick up. "...Hm? W-What kind of shitbag -buuurp- knocks on the door at 9 in the morning. Gah" He stumbled towards the door, smelling heavily of alcohol. He undid the fifth lock, and opened the door.

"Wh-What do y-[i]you[/i] want, kid?"