They land in an identical kitchen. The chair is silent. The cereal is still.
The 39th Iteration
"That's math, Morty. Don't get emotional about integers." He pulls a lever. The room stretches like taffy. Rick And Morty --39-LINK--39-
"Morty… don't touch anything. We didn't skip the 39th."
"Is that bad? Thirty-nine sounds like a nice number. It's, like, three times thirteen. That's lucky, right? Three times lucky?" They land in an identical kitchen
"Wait. Rick… where's our cereal? And why does this fridge have a drawing of a snail with a top hat?"
"Aww, jeez, Rick, I was just about to—" The 39th Iteration "That's math, Morty
The Smith house kitchen. Summer is scrolling on her phone. Morty stares blankly at a bowl of cereal that is slowly rotating counter-clockwise.
The kitchen lights flicker. Outside, the sky turns the color of a forgotten error message.