Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"I'm very calm. I'm just tired of... this world is so annoying. The FBI and all that, if I hadn't stormed into that White House and confronted their president, they would definitely be bothering me every day."

"But don't worry, before I throw away this bomb, I'll get your dream girl, Jessica, out."

"Hey~ that way you and Jessica can be Adam and Eve, respectively."

"Then you can live like those...fake, deceptive stories, and have another human race born."

Morty: "..."

Even though he had spent half a year with his grandfather, Morty's blood pressure would still spike whenever he heard his grandfather say something thoughtless.

You said you're quite old.

Why are you still acting like a child, with your mind filled with such... insane! outrageous! mindless ideas?

Besides, if you bring up Jessica, that mature, sophisticated foreign woman with light orange hair, then you're really deliberately rubbing salt in my wounds.

Can you give me a pairing with her as Adam and Eve?

I admit that in the past six months, I've fallen for that top-ranked beauty in the whole school, just like Yuan Modi did. But I've only spent a few days at school in total!

I didn't even get a chance to strike up a conversation!

Besides, you're unwilling to take me to seriously rob a bank. If I had tens of millions of dollars, I would just buy a mansion and a luxury car and use money to woo that girl whose values ​​haven't even fully developed yet.

And then there's us...

After internally ranting for a moment, Morty suddenly remembered the important matter at hand.

[How pathetic! He mentioned Jessica, and I completely forgot he was planning to blow up the planet!]

[If I ever look at Jessica even once again, I'm a dog!]

Even though he knew his grandfather was never one to boast, Morty was still reluctant to believe that his grandfather really wanted to blow up the world.

But not stopping them is definitely not an option.

What if I don't stop him, and instead act like, "Go ahead and blow up this planet if you dare," and he actually gets drunk and does it?

So, Morty decisively stretched out his arms and back, trying to grab the steering wheel, but his grandfather, who was in control of the steering wheel, naturally refused.

The two men struggled for the steering wheel while hurling insults at each other.

"You piece of shit who has the desire but not the guts, I'm going to blow up the world right now, then you can spend the rest of your life with Jessica, aren't you happy?"

"You old codger with a brain full of dynamite and a mouth spewing shit, you narcissist, stop making decisions for others! Don't assume everyone will like your arrangements!"

"Do you believe I can kick you off this 8,000-meter-high plane?"

"Really? Come on! I want to see... how you plan to get your favorite grandson!"

The grandfather and grandson exchanged a long, genealogical greeting, asking about all their ancestors, before the grandfather saw that he was still pulling the spaceship towards outer space.

Morty, who had originally intended to stop short of the point, suddenly became anxious.

He leaned back, ready to kick his grandfather in the face.

Grandpa, who should have been in a state of frenzied drunkenness, displayed an astonishingly fast reaction time, blocking the attack with one hand.

"Alright, alright. You're usually such a coward, but suddenly you're acting like a tough guy. You must have taken the wrong medicine!"

Morty: "I'm a coward because I'm playing it safe! Playing it safe! Playing it safe! Do you understand? With a god-level fighter like you around, why would I fight so hard!"

Seemingly unable to resist his grandson's strong insistence, the grandfather finally drove the spaceship toward the low-lying ground.

After landing, he pushed open the door, and empty bottles rolled off the seat one by one.

Grandpa himself rolled outside along with the empty wine bottle.

After a long and tiring day, at night she had to fight with her superhumanly strong grandfather for a broken steering wheel that almost controlled the fate of the entire planet.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Morty leaned back in his chair, looking completely drained.

Just then, Grandpa suddenly smiled and said something.

"This is just a test, a test to make you more decisive and confident!"

Like oil ignited by a fire, Morty sprang up from his seat and yelled at his grandfather, "Test my grandpa! To hell with grandpa! My grandpa's dead!"

After cursing the bastard a few times, Morty suddenly froze. He stared blankly at his grandfather on the ground, and suddenly understood some things at that moment.

Six months ago, my maternal grandfather suddenly appeared, and ever since that day, I've been following him all over the universe, playing (and fooling) around.

I experienced a whole bunch of strange and unusual things.

Finally, today, Grandpa said that this was a test.

Morty finally got a positive answer from his grandfather that he was nurturing him!

Otherwise, why would a lazy person like Grandpa be willing to take me out to explore (and kill) every day?

Although there is no clear division of combat power in this world.

But Morty felt that he was now basically someone who could wipe out a group of America's best special forces soldiers if he had weapons around him.

Then comes the problem.

Why bother developing your own combat capabilities?

What is it that Grandpa can't handle, yet I, with only average intelligence, have to do it?

With this question lingering in his mind, Morty returned home and didn't sleep well all night.

Finally, in the morning, he stumbled headfirst into his breakfast, causing the three people around him to frown.

"My God, his face, which was about to break out in pimples, plunged headfirst into the food. It made me want to throw up," my older sister said with a look of disgust.

She glared at Beth, her teenage daughter, and asked with concern, "Morty, are you sick?"

Morty, looking up from the dish, wearily fabricated a lie: "I'm not sick, I just didn't sleep well last night, maybe my dreams were too stimulating..."

Sitting across from Morty, his older sister bluntly exposed Morty's lie.

"Or perhaps you went out with Grandpa all night again?"

"what?!"

"dad?"

Grandpa, who had been playing the invisible card, noticed everyone's attention on him and nonchalantly asked, "What? Does everyone have to sleep every night now?"

"You need to know that sleeping wastes most of our lives. You spend a third of your life sleeping, isn't that like slowly murdering your life?"

Jerry, who had long harbored resentment towards his father-in-law, who had suddenly returned six months ago and refused to leave, was secretly urging his wife to send his father-in-law to a nursing home.

He seized the opportunity to directly criticize his grandfather for taking his son out on adventures every day, causing his grades to plummet.

The neighbor's mentally challenged son scored higher than my son even though he used his feet to do it!

Even with the most joyful education, Jerry could no longer tolerate his father-in-law continuing to torment his son, who always ranked last in the entire school in every exam.

“From today onwards, Morty can no longer go on adventures with you. You have completely corrupted my precious son!”

"When he needs to study, you take him on a bunch of so-called stupid technological adventures. How is he supposed to stand on his own two feet in this society later?"

"Do you want me to become like you, someone who, after having children, simply abandons them for twenty years without a care in the world?"

"Besides, this is my home! I won't allow someone who's been missing for twenty years to come back and start bossing everyone around!"

Grandpa took a deep look at his son-in-law, who never wanted to admit he was his son-in-law. He used the word "dictator" to ironically describe the other person, and then started teasing him.

"You're truly the family version of Julius Caesar! It's a waste of your talent that HBO, Netflix, and FOX don't cast you in early childhood education cartoons."

"But you're right, this is your house, your family."

"This is just my personal opinion about schools; they're a waste of time. A bunch of people are thrown into a giant arena without any distinction of aptitude, special talents, or emotional intelligence, and the only criterion for judging their abilities is modular problem-solving and exams."

"90% of what they learn is something they'll almost never use again after entering society."

"Then during lunch break, they'll give you food—lunch they absolutely won't eat themselves."

Here's another piece of paper that says 'You can go take a dump'.

"Besides, your own experience tells me that you seduced my daughter while you were in school, and then gave birth to Sangmei before graduation."

"With a father like this, how can you expect your child to be born a dragon?"

Chapter 005 Is this finally the first episode?

Although Morty desperately wanted to lie down on the table and take a nap right now, watching his grandfather argue with people was always one of his favorite shows.

Because Grandpa has a mouth that always criticizes others.

That's absolutely heartbreaking!

This guy is the king of heart-wrenching stories!

Seeing that his father was so angry that he wanted to roll up his sleeves and fight right there, he could only make a threatening gesture, trying to force his grandfather to shut up in this useless way.

And then I looked again, and there was Grandpa, who didn't want to fight with his own father at all, with Beth mediating between them.

The matter is over.

Seeing that no fight was going to break out and there wouldn't be any exciting little stories to follow, Morty, feeling bored, went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and then came out.

He picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the house with an indifferent expression.

But that really annoying older sister said sarcastically, "Motty, your backpack looks a bit too flat. Are you sure you have books in it? Or maybe it's some of Rick's inventions?"

【Sang...Sangmei, you son of a bitch! No! I'm going to get you!!!】

[You know perfectly well that Jerry is furious but too cowardly to fight Grandpa, yet you still stab me in the back???]

If you keep saying this, my mom, who's always trying to smooth things over, will actually forbid me from going on adventures with my grandpa!

After cursing inwardly and feeling the thorns in his back, he turned his head and saw the terrifying look in his father's eyes. He stubbornly argued that he didn't go to school with an empty backpack.

Instead, most of the books were kept at the school!

When I went home, I only brought back a few books and notebooks.

After using this barely acceptable excuse to fool Jerry and Beth...

Morty went outside and waited for the school bus. Sangmei, who was also going to school, came out as well. With her hands empty, she looked like someone who was even less attentive in class than Morty.

That's it! That's it! They even tried to stab me in the back just now!