[Magic!!! Or, more accurately, science. By the time Peridot rolls up, Rick is already into his second cup of... whatever this is. Grog? He doesn't care. It's alcohol.]
Hey, fuck you. [There's no real venom behind it, just a polite request to stop commenting on his odor, thx. The telescope is beside him, so he picks it up and hands it over.] Don't pull off the duct tape, it's keeping the focuseurrrrr on.
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Hey, fuck you. [There's no real venom behind it, just a polite request to stop commenting on his odor, thx. The telescope is beside him, so he picks it up and hands it over.] Don't pull off the duct tape, it's keeping the focuseurrrrr on.