Burps Oh, look at this, Morty. It’s me, except, you know, a slightly older, more rugged, coughs version—still got the sharp hair, though, probably from too many close encounters with interdimensional portals or, you know, just bad genetics. Yeah, that’s right, I’m sitting here with a cigar, because,... who needs lungs when you’ve got SCIENCE! laughs.
And check out this little guy next to me—no, not you, Morty, the cat! Look at those eyes—bet it’s seen some seriously messed-up stuff. Probably from another timeline where cats run the whole show. Maybe it's got its own lab, doing experiments on humans, ever think of that, Morty? No, of course, you didn’t. Anyway, this place? Pure Pillars, baby. The foundation of all the crazy sh*t we get up to. Could be a lab, could be a bunker, who knows—just keep the beakers and the booze flowing. takes a drag of the cigar.
So, here I am, looking more badass than usual, probably just invented something to blow up the entire multiverse... or, you know, make a really strong cup of coffee. Either way, G008’s gonna remember this face. cackles. (more)