Upon reaching the door, Rick would take a quick look around for any more of the six armed monsters that might be happening by and knocked firmly on the door in a rhythmic fashion. It would open easily enough, the more professionally dressed six armed brown thing taking a quick glance in a fashion not completely unlike Ricks before he ushered the duo in and anxiously started wringing his hands.

The inside of the building was perfect.

Almost breathtaking, a strange luminescent purple waterfall in the distance mimicking something they had no doubt picked up on some primitive alien culture's haphazardly scattered radio waves some few decades before. It was a candy paradise, covered with impossible delicacies designed to simulate living creatures in an ecosystem that could only have been dreamt into creation by a struggling genius in his death throes or madman who by chance had seen some impossible truth about the nature of existence and chose to parody it.

One of the brown stick bug looking creature's four eyes seemed to tick nervously as he lead the duo forward, his voice doing it's best to hide his anxiety.
[i]
"Good to see ya Rick, Buddy, ooohhhhheeeeey~ this must be your grandson! Marthy right? Marta? Can I call you Mart or am I being a little too forward?"[/i]

Rick cleared his throat, his eyebrow jouncing just heavily enough to show we was irritated at having to speak for any reason at all.

[b]"Morty, this is Flembrop Shimsham. He's *[i]bLuRp[/i]* what this planet considers a geneticist."[/b]

Flembrop felt this was the perfect opportunity to interject himself. Again. "[i]A sucro-geneticist actually, the best there is at what I do. Not a mind in the galaxy that can create a series of functioning carbonyl refurbulation anomers like I do~.[/i]"

Rick rolled his eyes, a signal that prompted the brownish scaled thing to turn back to it's original task of leading them down the chocolate pathway and towards the butterscotch lake in the distance. He didn't seem horribly phased by Rick's disapproval. "[i]But hey, of course, of course, you guys aren't here to chit chat with little old me, you're here for the grand tour! The big show~! Right this way, you're gonna love this, I promise~![/i]

By now Morty would probably have started to notice the caramel squirrels jumping from tree to gumdrop tree and the peanut brittle turtles slowly winding their way across the butterscotch lake. He might even have noticed the strange and very literal [i]jelly[/i]-fish drifting through the air in the distance.