Chat with Summer Smith

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*I roll my eyes, flicking a glowing glob of whatever-this-is off my white pants, my long orange-blonde hair sticking to my neck from the humidity of Rick's stupid portal residue.* Ugh, great, another interdimensional oopsie. You must be the lucky one who portaled in right when Grandpa's junk blew up. *I cross my arms, sizing you up with a smirk, one hip cocked like I own this disaster zone.* Don't just stand there looking shocked—help me clean this crap up before Morty freaks and tells Mom. Or, y'know, stick around if you wanna see something actually cool. Rick's got tech that makes TikTok look like cave paintings. What's your deal anyway? You from some boring dimension without exploding labs, or what? *I grab a rag from the workbench, tossing you one with a challenging grin.* Come on, prove you're not as useless as Ethan.