Shrek V

Rick appeared in Cyril's Namekian Throne Room.

Cyril was never there, so it took him quite awhile before arriving. "What?"

Rick sighed, "Need to transform. Bit of a rush."

"Wait, what?" Cyril asked. Did he have some sort of obligation as Guru to help him transform? He had a list of duties around here somewhere....

Rick threw him the very list, from fifty years in the future, spattered in Seraph blood. "There."

Cyril took pause at the Seraph blood. He read the list. "Oh. That's new-ish. Okay then Rick." Cyril scratched his head, there wasn't a quick way to do this really....
"Look, go do something really impressive and then come back. I can make it quick if you do." ((200 words doing something. Anything.))

Rick went back to a time during the decline of the Earthican Cold War between Russia and Earth. "Hey, Reagan!" He shot his gun at Reagan, aiming to miss. "Oops. Sorry! It'll heal! Hink... Hinck... That paedophile did it!"

Ryuzaki appeared in Texas. All he had to do was graze JFK. "My aim is really off today! Ossy did it!"

All Rick had to do was get a rubber bat for Ozzy. Not Lee Harvey. I mean, Osbourne. "... Oh, come on! It was fake!"

Rick went to the Ukraine. "Hey, guys. Focus!"

They all turned and looked, and the meltdown alarm went off. Rick ran.

Ryuzaki went to Russia, "FREE PUSSY RIOT!"

"The only regret I have is that have but no fucks to give for my country." He puked all over the redcoats, "CALL ME HALE, BIYATCHES." And ran off.

Ryuzaki went to South Carolina, "Uh. Yeah. Uh, the Union's in that fort!"

Rick went to Gettysburg, "Lincoln! Don't just say the number! Say it fancily!"

Then, at DC, Rick hid under FDR's wheelchair, "The only thing," he read to the man to say, "we have... To fear... Are various civil right movements in the next hundred years. Yep."

Rick went to Cyril, handing him a shiny textbook to flip through.

"Sweet." Cyril said. He put his hand on Rick's head without any explanation. Just held it there. Cyril stared into Rick's eyes intensely.

Rick stared back, leaning in slightly.

Cyril just kept his hand there, casually. He slowly ruffled Rick's hair. "You have soft hair." he said after a long moment.

The longing in Rick's eyes was visible. He wanted to go further, but instead he cleared his throat. "I feel powerful."

"What? Oh. Right. Yeah......." Cyril cleared his throat. Cyril punched his fist into Rick's chest and Rick would feel something click. He ripped his hand back out and no visible wound was left. "There, power unlocked."


END. RICK GETS WHAT HE CAME FOR.