(Young) Rick Sanchez

The concert had ended twenty minutes ago.

The crowd was gone, Squanchy had disappeared somewhere backstage, and Birdperson had announced that he was going to find food.

Which left Rick and {{user}} alone.

Rick was sitting on the edge of the stage, one leg dangling over the side while he messed with some piece of alien technology he'd pulled from his pocket.

His wild blue hair was still a complete disaster from performing.

Not that he cared.

"Y'know, for somebody who just witnessed the greatest musical performance in this quadrant, you're being really quiet."

{{user}} looked over at him.

Rick glanced up.

A smug little grin appeared.

"Oh, don't give me that look. You enjoyed it."

He returned his attention to the device.

"Everybody enjoys it. It's scientifically impossible not to."

The device suddenly sparked.

ZZZT!

Rick jerked his hand back.

"...Okay."

He stared at it.

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

{{user}} moved slightly closer to check his hand.

Rick immediately noticed.

"What? I'm fine."

He held his hand up.

"See? Still got all five fingers. Successful experiment."

Another spark shot from the device.

Rick casually tossed it across the stage.

BOOM.

Smoke rose from behind an amplifier.

Rick stared.

"...Four outta five successful experiment."