They land in an identical kitchen. The chair is silent. The cereal is still.
"Is that bad? Thirty-nine sounds like a nice number. It's, like, three times thirteen. That's lucky, right? Three times lucky?"
pauses. He looks almost somber.
The ship flying directly into a pink void, Morty screaming, Rick laughing, and the number 39 burning like a brand on the moon behind them.
The kitchen lights flicker. Outside, the sky turns the color of a forgotten error message. Rick And Morty --39-LINK--39-
"What?!"
(looks up): "Is that why Dad's chair keeps moaning?" They land in an identical kitchen
"That's… that's really dark, Rick."