Morty knows he shouldn't be screwing around with multidimensional shit. It's dangerous, it's impractical, it's blah blah blah. But it's a potential key to unlimited energy, how does nobody see that? He's built a dimensional siphon (it kind of looks like a cardboard box with a funnel and a TI-84 taped to it, but it damn well works), keyed in the dimensional coordinates to a random plane, and by God he's going to use it.
He flips the switch and waits for the energy bar to fill up.
It does! It fills up very rapidly. Then it explodes, along with the box. There's rather more smoke than there should be, and once the smoke clears someone is standing there.
"Oh dear," Morty says faintly.
"I wonder what sorts of people provide the demand for a magazine about the appreciation of goats. I mean, a book about it, sure, but coming up with new material must be hard. 'Goats continue to have weird rectangular pupils this season', etcetera."
"I dunno, how'd Cat Fancy stick around for forty years? Besides the fact that cats objectively possess great intrinsic value, of course."
"More people have cats. It's the sort of thing you'd get for an aunt you didn't know very well who had four of them. Few aunts have four goats."
"I'm the aunt with four goats, honestly. But really, I think it's for farmers? Like, feed options, goat-related studies... How to better goat."
"Yeah, that's probably a thing, although that seems less 'goat appreciation' and more 'goat-related business models'."
"I think they probably appreciate their goats as well! Just probably not enough not to sell their delicious flesh."
"That's true. My mom used to know a lady who had a few goats, actually, I remember now. They had names I can't remember. I think they were milked."