Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty, who wanted to get some information about what was going on in Ruicheng, didn't want Rick's 'friend,' whom he had made his way into through his slapping social media, to die tragically at his grandfather's hands.

So Morty decisively stepped between the two, trying to smooth things over.

The problem is that Grandpa's plan to help Jerry rise up has just officially failed. He thought that after experiencing things like being in the daycare center, Jerry would have some dignity as a man, but he is still hopeless.

Grandpa, who was just looking for a place to vent his anger, saw that Rick with the foil perm was quite bold, so... well, let's have some fun!

"What kind of latrine did you jump out of? How dare you open your shit-eaten mouth in front of me? I can't even be bothered to lay a hand on you, you scum of Ruizhong!"

"Want my Morty? He's not going with you at all, what are you even talking about?"

"Take your filthy money and get out of my sight!"

Upon hearing this, Rick with the tinfoil perm chuckled dismissively. He gently placed the bottle on the coffee table and, in an extremely arrogant tone, commented on his grandfather's ability to raise the price. Indeed, it was quite impressive; very few Ricks would haggle over a price.

Just because you raised the price.

Let's give you another million Ruicheng coins!

Consider this a reward for making me laugh.

"Two million Swiss Coins is more than enough for a poor bastard like you to live on!"

Chapter 366 The Grandfather Paradox

"Huff! Huff! Grandpa, take a deep breath! Take a deep breath! Don't get agitated! He's just an idiot! Don't argue with an idiot, right? I'm not imitating childbirth! Huffing also means taking a deep breath, okay!!!"

"I don't care about that! Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him!!!"

Morty, who had never seen his grandfather get so angry at Rick other than C137, grabbed him and held him tightly.

It's just that Rick, that clueless guy who doesn't recognize a great man, throws out a few million worth of worthless paper!

Our grandpa is a tycoon too, just throw money at him and that's it!

Why kill people when you can just compete to make money?

Could it be that you, P850 Rick, a tough guy who owns five Mirror Cities and a complete cosmic war production line, can't come up with the money?

Is that why you're so angry and embarrassed?

That can't be...

"Motty! Let go! Don't stop me! I'm going to kill this bastard!" Although Grandpa kept swearing and looked furious, he gradually calmed down out of habit.

However, for someone who lowered Rick's level from an old-fashioned Rick who didn't even care about birds to a low-class Rick who just throws money at people, it was a different story.

Grandpa firmly stated that if this guy didn't get out of his way right away, he would really stab the bastard to death with a knife.

"Alright, alright, we're leaving soon. You're so old, why are you always making such a fuss?"

Morty casually pulled out his teleportation gun, opened a portal, and sent Rick with the foil perm flying away. As soon as he turned around, he saw his grandfather looking at him with a suspicious expression.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? You argued with him, and now you're planning to argue with me?"

Morty frowned, took a few steps back, and created some distance between them.

"You two seem to be exchanging glances. What are you thinking? Trying to become a traitor? Is there no warmth left on my P850 side?"

"..."

Morty, whose mind was reeling with utter bewilderment, suddenly heard Beth 'whisper', "His plan to reform Jerry failed, so he's a little mentally unstable..."

Upon hearing this, Morty pondered for a few seconds and immediately understood what was going on.

However, the matter of modifying Jerry...

Even if C137 intervenes, I'm afraid it won't be able to turn Jerry into a real man. Grandpa, please stop messing around. I've already given up hope on that guy.

I simply found him a job so he could get out of there and play by himself.

"Alright, alright, my mind is a mess right now. Can we put the foil-iron thing about Rick aside for now?"

"Shall we talk about Sangmei first?"

Morty changed the subject, and Grandpa also became serious. The two of them called the others to the restaurant.

In this restaurant, which has been reduced to ruins by countless future versions of themselves, countless Mortys, and countless Sammys, the AI ​​inside the building, under the grandfather's orders, manipulates the maintenance robots in the underground base to carry out rapid repairs.

Sangmei, who was sawing wood and preparing to repair her house herself, saw this scene and silently lowered her head.

"Alright! I bet you, Morty, only have a vague idea of ​​what happened, so let me explain to the other three people, and to you, what exactly happened in all that chaos!"

When it came to serious matters, Grandpa snapped his fingers, and a retractable glass panel descended from the ceiling. He picked up a black marker and began to write and draw on it.

Compared to C137, who likes to use technical jargon, Grandpa's answer was more approachable.

In short, the series of events that just happened...

If none of them had done anything, the problem could have been easily solved, but they did a lot of things, which caused things to go astray.

"What does this mean?" Beth asked, puzzled.

"To put it simply, imagine you drive from home to the KFC in the city to buy a fried chicken burger, but there are many potential dangers along the way, such as car accidents, hitting people, police shootouts, or a famous male celebrity taking a liking to you and wanting to have your child."

"Even if a bird dropping falls from the sky and lands on your windshield, and you're focused on the dropping, and you're driving too fast and rear-end the car in front of you, a dozen or so gang members will get out and start shooting you."

"These are all potential threats, do you understand?"

Morty chimed in at that moment, "But all of this is just a matter of probability. As long as you don't deliberately try to fall into that probability, you won't turn the impossible into the possible, right?"

When a young man finally managed to pick up where he left off, Grandpa gave him a very satisfied look.

Good! You've improved!

Morty, who hadn't dared to mention that he had just received some tutoring from Rick the Foil Perm, saw his grandfather's encouraging gaze, so he took his marker and stood in front of the family to continue the conversation.

"Grandpa's meaning is quite clear, so let me add some details!"

"We already know what happened to Sangmei. Even if we do nothing but watch her, she will eventually escape that non-existent danger."

"But at the time, we didn't know what danger she was facing, so we searched everywhere for a way to rescue her, and that's when the time came into play."

"After a lot of work, our future selves will search for all sorts of ways with a certain probability of success, hoping to save Sangmei's life."

"But it turned out that Sangmei was perfectly fine from the start."

"My furious future grandfather and my future self wished they could kill us both now, because they had both misjudged us."

That's roughly what happened...

At this point, even Jerry, who knew nothing about time travel, began to understand. Not being an idiot, he offered a comment.

"Isn't this the grandfather paradox?"

"You killed your own mother's father, so should you even exist in this world?"

The group of people who were hearing the words "grandfather paradox" from Jerry's mouth for the first time all gasped in surprise.

Holy crap! You're really Jerry? That loser who can't even fix a toaster?

Fortunately, the very next second, Jerry completely destroyed the respect he had so painstakingly earned...

"Uh, why are you all looking at me so shocked? Rick just wrote the grandfather paradox on that glass, and I've seen some TV shows..."

"Alright, shut up!" After telling this guy to stop showing off his intelligence, Grandpa pointed at Sang Mei and said, "So what exactly have you been through?"

"I feel like I can be anyone now..."

"what?!"

Chapter 367 We must retrieve the lost time.

"This is the ballet dancer mode. Although my physical abilities aren't up to par, you should be able to see some things..."

Beside the newly repaired table in the restaurant, Sang Mei slowly opened her arms forward, her two arms stretched straight out and trembling slightly.

This suggests that this goddess of drug use has some issues with her nervous system, but her extremely skillful movements are something that someone like Sang Mei, who is also a drug user, could never achieve.

It absolutely requires at least twenty years of ballet experience to perform a pose with arms outstretched in a slow and steady manner while still preserving the dancer's beauty.

"This is detective mode, or rather... Sherlock Holmes mode. I used his observational skills to successfully piece together the remaining clues in the house..."

To prove that she was indeed channeling Sherlock Holmes this time, Sangmei focused her attention on Jerry. Through detailed analysis of Jerry's body, she revealed many things that only Jerry and Beth, or Jerry himself, knew.

The last time Morty hit him, the wounds hadn't completely healed, so even today, Jerry still doesn't dare to bite with his left teeth when he eats, otherwise his jaw muscles will hurt.

His lack of exercise over the years has resulted in a thick layer of fat on his body, but there is a problem.

While Beth may not be the perfect mother and wife, she never considers fried chicken or hamburgers when it comes to food.

Beth's philosophy is to eat healthily. This habit stems from the fact that after suddenly losing Rick and Grandma Diane, she lived alone and ate some unhealthy foods, which led to a trip to the hospital and almost made her so poor that she had to beg on the streets with Jerry.

From that day on, Beth never chose cheap or unhealthy foods.

After all, even with insurance, medical care in Amei's area isn't cheap, especially since the couple had little savings when they were young and had to raise a child.

This leads her to prefer spending a lot of money on healthy food rather than risk ruining her health and ending up in the hospital spending money...

Jerry's extra weight couldn't possibly be Beth's fault; it was because he often secretly ate high-calorie foods behind the family's back.

As the saying goes, the fatter a person is, the less capable they become at doing certain things. Those extra tens of pounds of fat also affected the woman's...

"Okay! Stop talking! I believe you now!"

Beth, already shocked, watched as Sammy, starting from the detail of Jerry's obesity and drawing on various pieces of information, managed to utter a guess that was not much different from the truth.

She had to step in and stop it.

After all, she had no intention of sharing those boring things in bed with her whole family.

"Jesus! You can borrow anyone's way of thinking, even their experience or abilities. Have you tried Rick's?"

After watching Sammy's performance, Grandpa only cares about one thing now: Can you become a Rick?

At the mention of this, fear appeared on Sangmei's face.

It wasn't that she was afraid her grandfather would find out she was "identifying" with Rick; it was that everything about Rick was too crazy—a terrifying idea that could almost destroy all your beliefs!

Just like what Morty said before.

The world will explode, your lover will die, your pet cat or dog will leave you, and everything will eventually die.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, or how much she is admired and loved by countless people, one day she will become a woman with no collagen left on her face, and eventually, like an old, withered tree, she will lie in that black coffin, buried in the soil, and keep company with insects and ants.