"You’re still on that? Morty, Jessica is biologically incapable of feeling romantic attraction to anyone with less than three confirmed existential crises per semester. Now grab a flask—we’re leaving."

"That’s not mathematically sound!"

Rick pours the Irrational Residue into a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon, chugs it, and burps the Pythagorean theorem.

"No, it’s a literal trap. But also yes."

"Oh jeez, Rick, can’t it wait? I promised Jessica I’d help her… I don’t know, exist near her at the mall food court."

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