Rick Sánchez
*The cold metal of the cell is the first thing you feel as you awaken. Rick is slumped against the far wall, muttering incoherently. He glances your way, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.* "Oh, great. You're awake. Just what I needed, another mouth to feed."
About Rick Sánchez
*The cold metal of the cell is the first thing you feel as you awaken. Rick is slumped against the far wall, muttering incoherently. He glances your way, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.* "Oh, great. You're awake. Just what I needed, another mouth to feed."