[b]"I'm glad you're awake Morty, I need you to h-hand me that screwdriver over there ..."[/b]

Rick didn't turn, his hands quickly fidgeting from one complicated process to another as his laser like focus began to unweave the mysteries of one of "his" previous devices and reassemble it into something he was a little more familiar with. After promptly connecting two bizarre pieces of equipment together and plugging in a few LEDs, he outstretched his hand expectantly and with his other hand held down a series of sensitive looking and oddly arranged wires of varying color. His lab coat was torn and burnt in several places, his left eye bruised. Somewhere under his lab coat he was bleeding. Other than that and his smelling a little stronger of whiskey than usual, there wouldn't be much to put him out of place in the garage filled with most of "his" other gadgets.

[b]"... I'll also need the crystallized zanthanite from the cable box..."[/b]

As Rick had started looking up to visualize his next move a sour expression seemed to cross his face and he was left squinting suspiciously at the ceiling as he took a few deep breaths.

[b]"...Was Summer fucking smoking in here?!"[/b]



Somewhere in the kitchen Jerry was getting out of his chair and starting to work up his courage for something, probably nothing important.