Hello everyone!

The five of you on your adorable puppy shady forms.

Oh, he's still here!

Let's go!

After Morp Morp's failed theme park, the infamous Raptor Park.

This lore though!

Now there's R-C-U?

And learning that Kurt is currently in the possession of a Hell Canon,

an unreleased rejected MorpMorp product, the corporation leader wants to talk with you. What? I got this from another dimension. You have a Hellcanon and they want to talk to you. They don't want to talk to Homeboy with the brick, the brick, the knife glued to the brick. Hey, hey, stop writing me out. What the fuck? The whole Recrio group is at the Morp Morp Lobby. While we're drinking in the lobby of Morp Morp. Ooh, professional. I like that. Drunk 70-year-old man crashes in Strew. Of course he's drunk. There's alcohol here. And he's sloppily shoving his face with burgers. I know who that is. Great. Are we all here? Oh my God. Wow. No way. Surely the Raptor God is here. Beautiful. That's useful. Might be a few live straggler raptors around. Oh, God. Kurt. Oh, God. The D1 athlete with the Hell Cannon. Perfect. We're going to need that to survive. Who else do we have? Ah, Christian. Perfect. At first, I thought

there was no conceivable way any of you are surviving this. But good news, everyone.

Christian knows color theory. We're saved. Bro, you can color block. We're saying. Oh, yeah, I got it.

I'll color block the bullets. Is Ivan here? What happened? Oh, good. Oh, God. We'll need someone to push in front of the more impregnitron. What? Oh, man! I like the way you think. As long as I'm not getting pregnant, I'll push anything. We can race it together, man. Let's do this. I mean man parenting it's best I'm here for it

oh wow you guys brought a dog with everything that happens to you you decided a dog was a good

idea I think I have an IQ enhancing helmet in my space cruiser for the dog why oh crap

what's up Hugo oh shit I'll get back to work

sorry what the fuck are you doing here? You're on the clock. No, dude, that's my drink. That's my drink. Don't worry about it. Don't worry, Hugo. I'm not actually your Rick. I'm a clone Rick. Or a parallel universe Rick. Or fan-made parody Rick.

Whatever doesn't get a suit or copyright strike or exiled from the fandom. All right. First things first.

Fan-made parody Rick is hit by a beam and implodes. Chunks of him covered the room.

We just...

My shit doubles. What? What? Who am I I gonna invite to me and Hugo's baby shower? What's going on, man? Oh, no, no. I'd rather invite the drunk stranger that crashed into the lobby than you guys. Chunks of him covers the room. Are we just covered in chunks? Yes, you guys are covered with chunks of a 70-year-old man. Guys, taste it. Tisha, can you get this piece off my sleeve, please? Thanks, man. Yeah, dude, no problem. It's like pokey. Oh, gross. Do you want to bite, Hugo? Yeah, sure. I'm used to it. I've already tried it before. I didn't expect that at all, but okay, cool.

An imposing woman in a suit walks in with heavily armed Morp Security holding Morp Beam Blasters.

She introduces herself as Ronnie Carnivora Morp.

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