Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Because from today onwards, he will distinguish himself from ordinary Morty through his clothing!

Yes, wearing a white T-shirt will do the trick...

What an absurd world...

He changed into a white T-shirt that looked much better to him, and as soon as he left the bedroom, he immediately smelled the aroma of food wafting from the first floor.

It looks like noodles?

I came down and took a look.

Quinn had already used the ingredients she bought yesterday to make breakfast, just enough for the two of them, and placed it on the table. She glanced at the bowl of hot dry noodles on the table.

Somewhat relieved, Morty sat down, then curiously asked her how she knew he would like to eat...

"Because Cthulhu creatures don't reproduce from mammalian tadpoles. Strictly speaking, we're two clumps of matter, each contributing a tiny bit, then fusing together to see if this mixture can give birth to a new consciousness."

Upon hearing this explanation, Morty, who had just picked up his chopsticks, immediately put them down and moved them away from the steaming bowl of hot dry noodles.

This description is really unappetizing!

What does it mean for two clumps of matter to merge together? Let's see if they can produce a self-awareness.

Think about what your 'wife', who is the source of the First War, looks like.

Sorry! I can't really eat this anymore!

"Hey, why aren't you eating?"

Looking at the innocent-looking little face to his right, whose charming yet cunning eyes were constantly giving him glances, Morty rolled his eyes inwardly, because he had figured it out by now.

Since she is the spiritual creation of herself and Nktoza.

Beneath that adorable little face, there could absolutely not be a child with an innocent and ignorant heart who needs my time to teach.

From the moment he was born, this guy already had his own understanding of the world through some fragments of his and Nktosa's memories.

Why bother with this?

Looking out the window at the street where cars occasionally passed by, Morty asked her what she planned to do next. She couldn't be in the same state as him, not knowing where to go or what to do.

"So what are you planning to do next?"

"I'm less than a month old, and you're already asking me what I plan to do next? I... I feel like most things don't interest me, but when it comes to emotions, they make my heart race..."

"Ahem! Please clarify what kind of emotion you mean by 'emotion'!"

Glancing at a certain legendary gunner from the C167 universe, Quinn made it clear that while she was still interested in emotions, she hoped to start by having a normal family.

After all, she doesn't want to wait until she's a hundred million years old and recall the first few years of her life, only to find that all she remembers is her troublesome, scoundrel father.

Morty: "..."

Having been unfairly accused like this, Moty naturally had to protest his innocence.

Really!

In every single incident, wasn't it someone else who provoked me first?

I'm clearly the most unfortunate person in the universe who least wants to encounter trouble, yet I keep making bigger and bigger messes.

Even a birdman isn't as miserable as me!!

Birdman: "Are you trying to outdo me in misery...?"

With fragments of her memories, Quinn naturally didn't believe Morty's nonsense, but she wanted a complete family so she could experience the wonderful taste of those emotions.

Then... let's go! Morty! Find me a mom!

The father and daughter tacitly ignored Nketosa, their biological mother, not because they were cold-blooded, but because this woman had lived for hundreds of millions of years.

In most cases, she sleeps for millions of years, and then what?

Most of her emotions had long since turned to stone.

So forming a family with such an old ancestor is too torturous for anyone, not to mention Morty, even Quinn's own daughter.

then...

As Morty picked up his chopsticks again, took a bite of hot dry noodles, and prepared to ponder which of his basketball and racing friends would be more suitable to star in the family sitcom, he realized the situation.

"How about we bring Aunt Tyrant back?"

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of hot dry noodles.

Morty didn't even wipe his mouth. He put down his chopsticks and stretched out his hands, using his palms instead of his fingers to rub Quinn's cheeks.

"What are you thinking! She's my subconscious!"

"The ex's subconscious..."

"No way! It's already weird enough to be the father and daughter of your own mental creation, let alone the husband and wife of your subconscious? Do you want me to be on Ruicheng TV's most outrageous Morty show of the year?"

"It's no use, I've already texted her, and she's agreed."

"What the hell!!!"

When Quinn showed Morty her small, girly pink phone and the chat history on the screen...

He remained silent, then got up and prepared to go upstairs.

Sure enough, every daughter does something unusual before she tries to please her father, from cleaning yesterday to making breakfast today...

This is all just the groundwork!

I really shouldn't have believed in my genetic information to give birth to such a hardworking and simple daughter!

Ah!

After all, according to the tadpole's classification, this child definitely belongs to the former Morty, but this Quinn is a purely spiritual product of yoga, and has nothing to do with the tadpole.

So this real biological daughter did indeed inherit many of her traits.

But... you want to use a conciliatory approach to get me to agree to Tzeentch...

Wait... I can't even get in touch with this person myself, how did she manage to contact her??

Halfway up the stairs, Morty, who had been too excited to notice a crucial piece of information, turned around and saw Quinn, who seemed to have the upper hand, sitting there with a smug grin.

That expression seemed to say...

See, you're still quite interested in Tzeentch, aren't you?

In an instant, several black lines appeared on Morty's forehead. Although asking this question meant admitting defeat in a certain sense, he still asked it.

How did you two even start talking?

"And why are you so confident that if you just ask her, she'll be willing to come back?"

Chapter 495 There's never anything to worry about in this house; there are no unexpected events.

"Sigh, I haven't left this planet. Have you forgotten who I am now?"

"Hey! You look so much older after just one day! What place did you go to where time moves so fast? It feels like I've only been here for a day, but three months have passed where you are."

"You're a mother now, can't you be a little more mature? Look at the state of hygiene in this house, tsk! There's a nest of rats living in the tool shed, and you didn't even notice?"

Sitting on the sofa, listening to Tzeentch's rambling, Morty felt a strange sense of familiarity, like that of an old married couple. It took him a long time to recover from this eerie feeling.

I shook my head hard to shake off the terrible thought.

He glanced sideways at Quinn, who was sitting next to him with a big bottle of Coke and a grin on his face.

My blood pressure suddenly got a little high...

It turns out that when her grandfather sent her to that school, he also introduced Tzeentch to Queen, implying that she didn't have many relatives in the world and not many people she could trust.

Let's now introduce this product of Morty's subconscious.

Who knows, maybe one day you two will need to help each other out?

As a result, the matter gradually went astray during their long conversation, and under the ulterior motives of a certain girl, a terrible thing was placed before Morty.

Tzeentch is now genuinely a little bit interested in him.

He also had a slight crush on Tzeentch.

No...no...this is too bizarre...

Despite being born into an extremely bizarre family, Morty simply couldn't accept this even more ferocious and bizarre situation.

When I was in hell, I finally decided to let her go, not so that we could rekindle our relationship now!

Fortunately, I live in such a family.

Morty will never need to worry about not having any emergencies to deal with.

dong dong dong~

The knocking at the door made Morty jump up. As he strode toward the door, he hoped something would happen to ease the awkward atmosphere.

When the door opened...

It's C167.

Clearly having not slept a wink last night, he forced a smile and asked Morty nervously, "Do you think it was a mistake for me to stay?"

"Uh..." Morty, unsure how to respond, looked at the C167 in front of him and then at the two guys behind him.

"So when did we turn into a family drama...?"

"Hiss, how about we go on an adventure?"

In the world of Remor, what can dispel all sorrows? Not wine! Not cozy fireside chats! But an adventure full of excitement and novelty.

Humans are a kind of boredom-prone creature.

They are always chasing novelty and excitement.

So, faced with the complicated relationships within his family and the headache-inducing problems to be solved, Morty decides to entrust everything to an adventure!

"But I'm not going; it's all of you who are going!"

Before C167 could even laugh, Morty's words left him completely dumbfounded.