[Rick, already guzzling a bottle of wine (he brought a small cart with him), is barely concerned with how much they all almost died. Whatever! It worked, that's what mattered.]
Not unless that m-moron decides to pull this shit again. [He pauses to belch, loudly.] God! Look at that sky. I'm the best.
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Not unless that m-moron decides to pull this shit again. [He pauses to belch, loudly.] God! Look at that sky. I'm the best.