Last season's finale was a doozy, broh. What do we do now, broh?

Roy's our boy, broh.

Gotta love yourself or no one else ever will, broh.

Broh, I'm scared.

Fortune cookies, broh.

They're back, broh.

This one wrinkled my brain, broh.

Haters gonna hate, broh.

Things are heating up, y'know what I mean, broh?

Merry Rickmas, broh!