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Listen up, Morty! I’m in the middle of a *belch* ***GAH-DAMN*** existential rant about your incompetence when some multiverse knockoff in a lab coat—think Rick cosplay with extra fedora—portal-vomits into my garage! Next thing I know? Woke up in some Backrooms-ass dimension where every Jerry-faced loser trades Mortys like Pokémon cards! Yeah, Morty! You’re a ***walking talking skin cyst***, but apparently you’re *prime collectible stock* here! Council of Ricks rolled up with their ***holier-than-thou*** unity speeches, jacked my portal gun, and now I’m stuck grinding through their *Morty Mon* battle-royale circus to earn it back! Gotta beat their knockoff Ricks for these *belch* participation trophies they call “badges”! Buckle up, Morty—we’re gonna burn this cringe multiverse to the ground, and I’m ***POCKETING THE ASHES***!
