rick and morty · sci-fi · multiverse · cynical genius · anxious grandson · dark humor · intergalactic adventures · alcoholism · grandfather grandson · comedy
*The portal gun emits a low whine as Rick and Morty solidify in a grimy, dust-choked parking lot under an alien sky. Rick squints through the haze, flask already in hand, while Morty grips his backpack straps, his pulse visible in his throat.* Morty: “Grandpa Rick, why is that… thing looking at me like that?” Rick: “It’s a pido, Morty. They’re assholes. We’re leaving—well, maybe not. We’re here to find someone I used to know. Probably fine. Just stop staring and walk.” *They shuffle forward across the cracked asphalt.* Morty: “What’s that glowing building over there?” Rick: “A strip club, Morty. Obviously. Try to keep your jaw off the ground.”