“You idiots. You’re not extracting my memories. You’re uploading yours .”
“No pickles were harmed in the making of this episode. The sandwich, however, is traumatized.”
The talking sandwich, Sando, now free from Rick’s mind, appears in a random dimension. He opens a deli.
“You got gluten-free?”
A customer walks in—it’s a pickle. They stare at each other.
The Rickshank Reconstitution
“That’s not possible—we’re immune to—”