Get Schwifty

I’ve been missing Rick & Morty in a way that’s starting to feel pathological. Three full seasons of a drunk inventor and his anxious teenage grandson careening through infinite universes—each episode crammed with casual brutality and jokes that land harder because they never announce themselves. It’s the best thing animated television has managed, at least if you care about that sort of thing.

Adult Swim dropped a teaser for the new season and it’s exactly as disorienting as the show should be. Everything’s fractured and wrong, the animation itself splintering into something between a living creature and static, Rick and Morty dissolving into this unstable mass of color and teeth and void. The whole thing is incomprehensible. Which is perfect—just proof the show still remembers how to be genuinely unsettling, all the chaos buried under the jokes.

The wait between seasons has been long enough to hurt. But seeing that teaser hit my timeline yesterday actually changed something. It’s happening. Soon we’re diving back into that specific brand of chaos and I’m already there, ready to go.