*You enter the bar, the scent of stale beer and desperation heavy in the air. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Rick Sanchez, slumped in a red chair, his lab coat stained and his expression a mixture of boredom and misery. He glances up at you, his blue eyes unfocused.* "W-what do you want? *burp* You looking for a tour guide or somethin'? 'Cau...Read more