Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Because his nose is naturally much more sensitive than that of monkeys, which evolved from other animals.

This is why, in this universe, almost all owners of breweries are animals with highly developed senses of smell and taste.

Well, of course, given that some animals are naturally insensitive to certain tastes, while others are overly sensitive, it's not surprising that Fatty's customers are almost all people like Rick who enjoy strong liquor.

In short, the smell of alcohol on you isn't that strong, it even has a slightly mellow quality. You... did you drink someone else's alcohol behind my back?!

"Rick! Are you...are you serious?! I don't even need to think too much, I can smell that bitch Meow Meow's alcohol stench on you!"

This muscular man, nearly 2.1 meters tall, had just taken a batch of drinks from the freezer. His eyes were filled with sorrow and anger, tears were welling up, and the muscles in his face were scrunched up, making his skin wrinkle up.

Is this decades-long relationship finally coming to an end?

Rick! How could you betray me like this!

You actually let someone else's brewed wine enter your stomach and soothe the loneliness in your heart?

Then what am I?

"Fatty! Listen to me!"

Now that his identity had been exposed, Grandpa knew there was no point in continuing to pretend. He turned around and tried to get closer to the other person.

But the other party retreated a step as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

"No! No! No! Don't try that on me! I won't listen! Go with your new wine merchant!"

Watching the chubby boy stumble out of the convenience store and disappear into the crowd, Grandpa was in a terrible mood. But given his personality, he couldn't possibly chase after him like a little girl in a movie and try to explain.

So he opened the portal and listlessly returned to universe C167.

At this point, it had already been the third day in this universe. The flow of time in the universe can be just so unpredictable sometimes.

In some universes, a day has passed, while in others, a week has already passed.

Grandpa returned three days later, coincidentally at breakfast time. His sudden appearance puzzled Beth and Morty.

How come you've become so... devoid of motivation after disappearing for just three days?

Everyone couldn't help but think of the extreme despondency that Grandpa experienced during the first three weeks after he arrived here. The extent of his despondency was almost terrifying.

During that time, Morty got along well with his grandfather for the first few days, but then some things happened that made him want to run away.

I'm not afraid of Rick's penchant for creating drama, but I am afraid of him being in a depressed state all the time.

Because when Rick gets depressed, he doesn't care about anything, and once Rick doesn't care about anything, he enters a divine state.

Morty suffered numerous serious injuries during that period.

The feeling that Morty had experienced with his grandfather gave him a chilling sense of familiarity, which he had been getting for breakfast at Beth's place for the past few days.

[Fuck...I only stole that bear-headed shopkeeper's wine, does that mean Grandpa has to be driven back to godlike status?]

Grandpa has been gradually becoming more human, and Morty is naturally aware of this. That's why he dares to act more and more assertive, because Grandpa is moving away from being divine.

But when Grandpa suddenly changed his mind and became divine again, Morty didn't dare to misbehave anymore.

He was terrified that this guy might suddenly do something drastic to him.

Rick, I just made some eggs, do you want some?

Beth, who wasn't quite aware of how terrifying Rick's deification was, took an empty plate to the spot where her grandfather usually sat.

Because of hunger, he went to the convenience store. Having just experienced the love-hate relationship with Fatty, Grandpa didn't have much of an appetite and just sat in the chair in silence.

But this made Morty very uncomfortable.

A few days ago, after Tzeentch kissed himself, he covered his mouth with both hands, ran out in tears, and could not be found. It was as if he had vanished into thin air from the planet.

It's impossible for Morty not to feel bad when his girlfriend, whom he'd only been dating for a few days, suddenly ran away like that.

Especially since the other party was someone you made an important choice for.

Quinn's behavior these past few days has become increasingly strange.

She used to live in the second bedroom, but now she not only wants to move to the master bedroom, but she also keeps waking up groggily in the mornings from Morty sleeping on the sofa.

Now Morty just wants to move back to Beth's place, where at least he has his nominal mother and his blood-related sister working together.

Quinn was still too afraid to be so outrageous.

Under such pressure... after just a few days away, Grandpa has become so dejected, it's unbelievable!

It's just that we don't have any alcohol!

Because he couldn't drink his favorite wine, he felt that life was meaningless and became indifferent to everything, and then began to deify himself.

Is this just trying to make all the other Ricks laugh their heads off?

"Rick? What's wrong?"

Morty's voice finally elicited a response from Grandpa. He looked at the man with his merciless eyes and coldly uttered a few words: "Was it you? The one who stole the wine?"

Morty: "If I confess, will I die...?"

With Morty's words tantamount to admission, Grandpa took out the teleportation gun and gently placed it on the table. He removed the canister from the teleportation gun while continuing to speak in his icy tone.

"In Rick's World, there's a Rick's Roulette game where you add a liquid that dilutes the teleportation fluid, then randomly input a string of numbers to open a portal to an unknown world for the other person."

"Isn't this...gambling with your life?"

"That's right, I'm going to bet my life on this with you. Do you dare?"

"You took my drink, forcing me to abandon Fatty and drink someone else's. Now we've fallen out!"

Chapter 546 The Truth About That Big Explosion

Do you dare?

Most men, when faced with this statement, will react like a bull seeing a red cloth, filled with a bestial instinct that overrides reason.

This is similar to the saying, "The more you resist, the more excited I get."

Every intelligent being carries within them some legacies left by their ancestors. Therefore, in many bullying situations, in those almost irrational physical conflicts, many people do not do things for profit, but simply do what they want to do.

You won't back down?

Then I'll beat you until you give in. As for how badly I beat you, the maximum I can go is death.

But when someone who knows how ruthless Rick is faced with Rick's Russian Roulette variant—the Rick's Roulette game—…

What is the legacy left by our ancestors?

You ask me if I dare?

hell no!

I'll deliver a double kick in mid-air, followed by a 720° side spin, then kneel down, and still say something with unwavering bravado.

"I wouldn't dare!!!"

"You had no choice," Grandpa continued in a cold tone, implying that you had never had the right to choose in this matter.

Morty's temper gradually flared up, and his imposing manner slowly rose as well.

Faced with the two individuals who were locked in a heated argument and on the verge of conflict, everyone in the family immediately stepped in to smooth things over and prevent further conflict.

But they all overlooked one fact.

That is, Grandpa's period of deification was not long. In those few short weeks, he did leave a deep impression on them, but that was all. After more exciting things happened, they had already lowered their guard against Grandpa's current state of mind.

So when everyone tried to persuade him, Grandpa pulled out a small pistol and fired a shot at everyone except Morty.

They would fall asleep on the spot, even Quinn was no exception.

Seeing Quinn fast asleep, Morty was startled. Ever since his grandfather cut off Cthulhu's tentacles and used them as grilled squid, he had always believed that Quinn possessed a weapon against Cthulhu creatures.

really...

Quinn was shot dead before he could even put up a fight.

"Come on, you little brat who's never tasted loss before, now it's my turn to teach you what loss truly means."

"Seriously, I've experienced it, but I'm lucky she's back."

"Maybe... Would you like to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

Having said all that, there seems to be no way to take it back. But some things that are usually unrelated can somehow become strangely connected.

dong dong dong...

"Morty! I'm back!!!"

A joyful voice rang out from the doorway along with a rapid knock, and the person standing outside... was C167 Jerry.

This is the super-strong Jerry who was initially hunted by people in one region, then by an entire city, and finally by an entire civilization after escaping the planet, yet still managed to return alive to the C167 universe.

His clothes had long been torn to shreds in the battle, leaving only a pair of white briefs, which preserved his last shred of dignity in this world.

But none of that matters!

He is back!

After completing Jerry's amazing adventure, he finally returned to his doorstep and faced his beloved son!

At that moment, he believed he was the happiest father in the world.

Of course, a few seconds later, the door was opened, and the sight of several people lying on the ground in the dining room, along with his grandfather and Morty whose atmosphere was clearly not right, made him realize that he hadn't come back at the right time.

But who cares about that?

"I don't care what you're up to here, I'm determined to protect Morty!"

"With me here today, no one will be able to lay a finger on my son!"

Okay, then Grandpa reached out and plucked a hair from Morty's head, gave him a provocative look, and gestured with his chin towards C167 Jerry, indicating that he should try to hit him if he dared.

You stinking loser!

But compared to the other Jerrys, C167 Jerry was naturally more rational. Wearing only a pair of underwear, he stood protectively in front of Morty, like a muscular version of Superman, and casually unzipped... his underwear...

Upon seeing these briefs with zippered pockets, even Morty couldn't help but remark, "Such a small thing, and they even have fabric to make pockets?"

Grandpa immediately chimed in, "So these kinds of underwear are usually sold to people whose little guys aren't long enough."

C167 Jerry: "..."