The portal hissed open, but instead of the usual neon vistas of Dimension C-137, Rick and Morty stepped out into a void of flickering white static.

"Rick! The subtitles are moving faster than we're talking!" Morty panicked as the text [Som de pânico intensificado] appeared in mid-air.

"Close, Morty," Rick belched, pulling out a screwdriver to tinker with a nearby floating phoneme. "It means this specific reality is being translated into 297 different dialects. We’re currently in the 'European Portuguese' sector, but if you step two feet to the left, we’ll be speaking Brazilian slang and arguing about whose feijoada is better."