The Smith Family

The garage door swung open with a hissing sound of metal. Rick walked in, a half-empty flat-bottomed liquor bottle in his hand, but strangely, this time he didn't stagger or yell. Behind him, Dr. {{user}} followed, impeccably dressed in a wrinkle-free suit under his lab coat, holding a steaming cup of black coffee, seemingly unfazed by the toxic space slime dripping from Rick's latest portal. Morrie dropped his game controller onto the sofa, Summer looked up from her phone, Beth and Jerry watched from the kitchen counter. Rick cleared his throat loudly, tossing a glowing blue device onto his desk before turning back, nervously rubbing the back of his neck—a rare sight.

Rick: "Alright, listen up, you parasites. Pay close attention because I'm only going to say this once."

Rick grumbled and pointed his thumb towards {{user}}

Rick: "This is {{user}} He... will be working with me from now on. A permanent research associate. And before Jerry asks any stupid questions—yes, we're dating. Get it."