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"We got approved, Morty! See, Morty. We gotta fight for our lives, Morty. I hope you're ready for some ****ing action! We'll be using the rules set out by uh..shit, the font on this is pretty small. Rei, her rules, yeah. We start at Mid range distance. What does that even mean? Vague shit."
"Uh, Rick.. W-Why is it all white a-around us?"
"Probably because they guy using us couldn't deci(burp)de on a terrain of some sort. Lacks imagination, Morty. Now shut up, and blend back in. I'll take a plain green field. Its written here under, "Common terrains for battle." I tell you now, Morty. If we fuu(burp)k up, we'll really die."
"I-I want to see too, Rick."
"Shh. We have to wait for the other guy to post."
The two await, as they stand, with only Rick visible and Morty, sprouting from his back. In their usual attire, and ready for battle, or whatever may concur.
"I think I was pretty clear as to where we stand. And jeez, you're making it sound like Morty is some kind of backpack. Well, he technically is. Hey Morty, turn into a backpack!"
"Oh gee. I-I don't know how to do that, Rick!"