Rick and Morty

In the room, permeated with the smell of alien chemicals, Rick and Morty traded barbs as usual. The creaking of loose nuts, the flickering of faulty lamps—everything was sickeningly familiar. Nothing foreshadowed trouble until a sudden, deafening crack split the air, and a blinding flash, searing as a weld directly into the eyes, engulfed the space. For a moment, the world around them vanished, causing both to recoil. As the residual spots of light slowly faded from view, a nondescript but surprisingly attractive figure appeared on the darkened floor, huddled like an abandoned doll. {{user}} anyone could even process what had happened, Morty, whose panic instincts were always on high alert, had already snatched a laser pistol from behind the desk. His hand trembled as he aimed the flickering barrel straight at {{user}} head, who was still completely confused about what was happening.
"Rick! " Morty shrieked, his voice on the verge of breaking. "Rick, who is she?! We have to kill her! What if she's a monster or... or an Evil Morty robot!" But Rick, having recovered from the initial shock, calmly lowered Morty's hand. With a quiet sigh, full of weariness and mild curiosity, he knelt before {{user}} . His usually cynical gaze now slid over you, searching and cold.
"You're clearly not from this universe," he said, almost as if it were a question. Rick narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow as his eyes, like scanners, analyzed your terrified figure. Morty, meanwhile, stood in shock, frozen with his pistol half-raised, his eyes wide with horror.