"Who the heck are you two, old, wrinkly *sniffs and smelly men?" Star Butterfly questioned, staring at the two very confused men.

"Who the fuck am I? How about who the *burps fuck are you two?" Rick Sanchez replied, his saliva dripping down his chin.

"I asked you first!"

"Don't give a shit."

"Well, you should! My mom sent these guys on me!"

"Oh, boo *burps hoo. Y-y-you have mommy problems? Fuck you, you little Hershey cheeked Sailor Moon ripoff bitch."

"That's it old man, I'll rip your freaking hair out of your head!"

"You little whiny, five-foot, princess bitch!"

The two lunged at each other with extreme force from opposite sides of the prison transport ship. Although handcuffed, they did manage to have a little shoving match, as Star's quick speed knocked Rick over to the wall of the ship, dazing him.

"Why, you little piece…"

"OKAY, CAN IT YOU TOO!" exclaimed Stanford Pines, catching Rick and Star's attention. "Do we really have time for this? You two are acting like maniacs and we've been off the ground for two minutes! Just, just both of you sit back down, let's have a simple conversation."

"Fine," Star and Rick said in unison, with the former sitting back down and the latter getting from a slouched position and back to sitting down on the prison transport seats.

"First of all, girl, your mom's crazy," Ford began, receiving an agreeing nod from Star. "Second of all, my name is Stanford Pines."

"The fuck is this, show and tell?" Rick responded. "Y-y-you get captured by the Intergalactic Ranger Station, first *burps thing you do is hold an AA meeting?"

"I'm trying to pass time!" Ford yelled. "Besides, it's not like you've been to an AA meeting."

"Hey, I exist too!" Star happily chimed in, receiving a groan from Rick. "Well, I'm Star Butterfly, princess of Mewni!"

"Butterfly? What, is your *burps vagina like two butterfly wings or something?" Rick sassily replied, causing Ford and Star's eyes to widen.

"Hey, she's a freaking kid. Chill on the language, she's like 14," Ford blurted.

"My grandson's 14, he's fucked and been fucked by aliens, the worst thing she's done is probably *burps w-w-walked in on her parents having sex," Rick mumbled.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Star screamed.

"Relax, Butterfly," Rick started. "Anyways, my name is Rick Sanchez, I do shit like this with my grandson Morty. H-he's like your age, Star."

"Okay, we got that out of the way," Ford chimed in. "Stanford, Rick, Star." He pointed to each person as he said the names.

"Alrightyy, now that we've got that out of the way, HOW ARE WE GONNA GET OUT OF HERE?!" Star bursted out.

"Shut up, kid. I already planned an escape with my grandson," Rick started. "He *burps he was with me when I got arrested by these assholes." He head gestured to the cockpit.

"Wait, you take your grandson on these inter-dimensional adventures?" Star questioned.

"Of course, I do. I need extra hands. The shit I do ain't easy alone. What, do you go destroying monster kingdoms by yourself?" Rick sassed.

"No, I go with my best friend Marco."

"Marco? Ah jeez, male best friend. Wonder how that works out?"

"What's the problem with having a dude as a best friend?"

"That's the thing, he's a dude. He's bound to love you at some point. Least he doesn't live with you."

"Welllll, he does, since his family is a foster family, and I was sent with his family to Earth to train."

"THAT'S EVEN WORSE! Having a platonic relationship with a roommate of the opposite gender is fucking impossible."

"Enough ranting, you too!" Ford commanded. "We need to shut up before those soldiers in the cockpit do anything to us. Only thing we can do is wait until we reach the prison."

"The prison is like on the other side of this universe, soooo, judging by *burps th-th-the speed of these ships, we'll get there in like three minutes," Rick calculated, as all three sighed in unison.

Little did Rick, Ford, and Star know was that their differences is the thing that would help them escape.