dialouge: : By the way, you might notice that in spite of your numerous distinctive features, I never gave you a name like Scar or Stripe or Goliath. That's because, to me, you aren't special.
  [Pickle Rick pins the rat to the wall with some screws.]
  You were special to rats. Now they're dead. I guess it was me you should have impressed.
  [Pickle Rick slices open the rat's stomach with his x-acto blade.]
  God damn it, I love myself.
  [Pickle Rick walks up to a pipe above him. His wrist machines fall off and are replaced with a jet pack. He pulls a hood over his head with a rat's face on it. He turns on the jet pack and flies out of the pipe and out of a toilet.]
  Pickle Riiick!
  [Pickle Rick opens the door. It is a bathroom door with a "male" sign on the front. He starts running around and opening various doors and looking in. Eventually he runs up to an elevator and tries to jump up to the buttons but cannot reach them. He tries to scale the wall but fails. He pushes a garbage can and a potted plant next to each other in front of the elevator buttons. He jumps off of the garbage can into the potted plant, then jumps into the lid which turns rapidly and propels him up and swings him to the elevator buttons.]
  Get that parkour. Get that parkour!
  [Pickle Rick kicks the "down button", then waits on the ground for the elevator. The elevator opens, and three men in black suits with earpieces stand inside. They notice Pickle Rick and gasp.]
  Hey, it's cool. Just need to find the nearest exit.
  [The men in the elevator point their guns at Pickle Rick.]
  Whoa, whoa, whoa! No need to freak out.
  [One of the men yells something in a foreign language into his earpiece and all three men start shooting at him. He runs away and they chase after him, still shooting at him.]
  Whoa! Who in the fuck's toilet is this?