"Rick, huh?" Bill says, circling around the new entrant. "Stanford seems quite confident in you, but I just see an old man. Are you going to prove me wrong?"

Rick rolls his eyes, sparing a glance around the room before settling his gaze on Ford. Despite the costume swap, it was hard to mistake his six fingered hands. "You let a dream demon into your reality?"

Ford moves, as if to speak, but is halted when the arms wrapped around him tighten their grip.

"Fine," Rick says, turning back to the one-eyed god watching him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. "We'll settle this later. For now..."

He locks eyes with Bill, his expression unreadable, as he gets into a fighting stance.

"Why does everyone try and fight me? I'm practically invulnerable," Bill states, his entire body warping to take on the appearance of a foreign metal alloy.

"Oh, no worries," Rick says, smiling. "I was just getting my hand that little bit closer to my coat."

As he says that, he slips his hand inside, pressing a single, solitary button.

In that instant, all hell breaks lose.

Er, again.

Holographic clones, Meeseeks, and a wide variety of differently colored portals sprung up all across the room, completely flooding everyone's view.

"Come and get me," a thousand voices taunt at once from all directions.

Bill's eye twitches slightly at the mayhem before him. He was being challenged by a mortal who hid behind holograms.

"DON'T %*& WITH ME!" Bill shouts, his body growing in size as it turns a deep crimson. "I'll crush you ALL!"

He sticks to his word, flailing his arms around- easily tearing through the Meeseeks and phasing through the holograms.

Bill's eye flicks about, watching with a singleminded intent as he tracks the innumerable clones.

It was at this time that the portals started to act, letting lose a torrent of weaponry, each gun more bulky and terrifying than the last.

The dream demon watches each of the portals through his periphery, watching for the real Rick moving to grab something, as he sprouts additional arms with which to rip through the ranks of the far-more numerous Meeseeks.

Off to the edge of his vision, a Rick heaves a gun of some sort onto his shoulder.

Bill smiles, watching as it fires upon him.

"Stop," he orders, causing the world around him to turn gray. Even the beam, which was likely light speed, stood still without the passage of time.

As a laugh escapes him, the demonic triangle shrinks back down to a more reasonable size. Bill casually floats across the battlefield whilst humming a chipper tune to himself.

"Thank you for making this easy on me," Bill says, stopping directly in front of Rick.

"No problem."

Bill's eye widens in shock, but he doesn't manage to respond before a fist comes crashing into it.

"GAH!" he cries out, whirling away with his hands placed over his now closed eye. "It's always the eye with you people!"

Rick smirks at that, letting go of the now floating Unmaker. "Whatever works," he remarks, breaking out into a sprint across towards Bill.

"No! No, no, no! NO!" Bill shouts, backing away from him. "How is this possible!? I stopped time!"

And, what's more, Bill's attempts to snap him away weren't working.

"Because," Rick starts, stepping towards him menacingly. "Everything you do, everything you are, is natural. But me?"

He chuckles, staring down on the cornered demon.

"I'm The Rick."

Bill looks around in a panic, desperately trying to think of something- anything- he could do.

Calmly, Rick reaches one hand into his pocket, withdrawing a small circular device with a spike on one end. "I feel like showing you what a scientist really does."