Hordes of red, spiny aliens surround a larger yellow one. The yellow one flexes it's muscular hind legs and lets out a yowl. Unimpressed, the red ones advance until the yellow one is pressed into a corner. Rick watches up on a ledge.
"Eyup, I feel you," he sighs, waving around a nondescript bottle of liquor.
He watches the spiny little monsters shoot millions of needles into the yellow beast. It starts to turn a dark green. It's eyes bulge out of its skull. Every muscle swells up until it explodes. Blood and guts spew onto the spiny creatures. They dance around, seeming to vacuum up every morsel left behind by the beast. Rick tilts his head.
"You're all a-a-a bunch of J-Jerrys."
After one last swig, he puts a tiny device into the bottle and tosses it out towards the aliens. They all hiss at it. A huge blinding white explosion fills the cavern. Rick escapes through a portal. He falls onto the concrete floor of the garage. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees hair and parts of his clothes are singed. He groans. Another bottle of alcohol under his work bench catches his eye. He crawls over to it, leans against the leg of table, and starts downing it.