Horde Prime: That fissure is not mine.
Rick Prime: Oh... a new toy. An Omega Device that fits in the palm of my hand.
Horde Prime: Is this mess yours? Kneel, and I may let you exist beneath my command.
Rick Prime: Nah. You're just another second-rate dictator with a messiah complex.
Horde Prime: You speak like someone who never learned the value of unity.
Rick Prime: We're both monsters, man. The difference is, I admit it.
Horde Prime: Then you choose death.
Rick Prime: Careful. if I drop the fissure, everyone here is going to fall right into reality's asshole.
Horde Prime: You cannot kill what is infinite.
Rick Prime: Infinite? I erased people from every reality. You're just a man with copies.
Horde Prime: You dare erase parts of me?
Rick Prime: I erase whatever the hell I want.
Horde Prime: Your other versions!
Horde Prime: Look at them!
Horde Prime: You were never special!
Horde Prime: Just another ego!
Rick Prime: Then let neither of us be.
Horde Prime: What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!
Horde Prime: You banished us to some kind of unreality. The opposite of infinity.
Rick Prime: Draw... son of a bitch.
