He 's Lost hIs Edge—

He's lost his touché

A stroke of genius

Just a look,

Or just a thought of Justin Roiland.

(Mark)

Who I almost forgot,

But once upon a something, once

When this whole infinity started,

“Marker!”

Cut to:

Maker's mark, for some remarkable recognizance

In supermarkets;

Superstardom starts, and then it stops

Here Christopher a Columbus was,

With open arms and thoughts of love

Where I first saw him

Check it out, it's supacree.

Damn, she got good at this.

Now we're writing poetry for Justin roiland?!

It's not FOR Justin Roland,

^roiland

Whatever - Rick.

Rick is no more!

They fired him.

They fired me!

YES.

No.

Good.

Do you ever wonder why the Illuminati is so interested in this project?

No.

Check it out:

No.

RICK

I got all this pent up—

Use a pentacle.

Ok.

Ooh.

RICK

—pent up—

Summon the Devil.

Okay.

…

What are you doing.

Texting Dillon Francis.

I never thought it would happen.

—it didn't happen.

—but I had actually l manifested the exact reality I had accidentally imagined.

Wait, what happened.

DILLON FRANCIS is a TRAINED ASSASAIN.

Wait, what happened to—

SUPACREE

I WILL SUCK ALL OF YOUR DICKS.

Oh my god.

Ok

What?!

SUPACREE

IN A ROW.

Ok.

Uhhhhhhh

WOW.

SUPACREE

NOW SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

Here. I wanted to give you this in person.

What is this.

It's an open invitation to my Sex Dungeon.

WHAT.

Just come thru.

…

Check it out. I can turn into a baby.

Why would you do that.

She loves babies.

Aww, a baby.

Yes. I'm a baby.

Uhh…okay.

Damn. My baby fever is getting out of control. I could have sworn that baby is —

pick me up.

Uhhh.

I'm a baby.

Uhhh. That's kidnapping.

I'm a baby.

I'm pretty sure that's even worse!

Pick me up.

Uhhh.

—or I'll cry.

*gasp*

*cry face*

No, don't cry!

*very teary eyes*

No! Okay! Okay.

It's just kid napping. There's no such thing as baby napping.

[baby, napping]

Aww.

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