Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Oh, what a miserable life...

Morty sighed deeply, beginning to regret why he hadn't taken advantage of the chaos while his grandfather was speaking to escape.

Instead, they insisted on staying in this place.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that these two men are about to have a debate that will shock the world.

Until one side overwhelms the other.

I wonder how Beth and Sammy are doing...

What Morty didn't know was that his biological mother, Beth, was actually at the police station, giving a statement because Jerry had harassed her a little while earlier on the street.

This led to the incident.

"Okay, thank you for coming to the police station to give a statement. We've already locked up that man who behaved inappropriately. Would you like to go see him?"

Beth didn't seem to hear what the blonde COP said. After finishing her statement, she got up and walked outside.

This unequivocal attitude proves that Beth was indeed heartbroken by Jerry this time, and it could even be said that she has almost completely lost trust in him.

When her son was refused food because he was wearing long pants, he shrank back and didn't dare to approach him. Beth simply didn't know how to deal with such a husband.

Arriving outside the police station in this unfamiliar place, Rick and Morty were nowhere to be found. Beth, now an adult, still chose to ask COP, just like Sunny.

Well, upon entering and asking, Beth discovered that all three of them were in jail. Exasperated, she quickly distanced herself from them.

"No, no, no! I don't know him. I just saw a child wearing long pants today, so I wanted to ask."

"Ha, that kid has no manners at all. I really don't know how his parents raise him."

He resisted the urge to yell back, knowing that with his grandfather there, Morty would definitely not be in any danger.

Similarly, Beth, not wanting to see Jerry again, left the police station.

Beth wandered aimlessly through the streets for two hours until it got dark, and then she spotted a pub and went straight inside.

I sat at the bar and ordered a beer.

Looking at the pale brown beer in the tall glass and smelling its aroma, Beth realized that it seemed she hadn't returned to a certain phase of her life for a long time since giving birth to Sammy.

She picked up the long glass and downed it in one gulp. Under the influence of the alcohol, Beth felt her pent-up emotions being released little by little.

"One...two more drinks, please!"

Just then, a handsome middle-aged man in a suit walked up to Beth, his trousers without a single wrinkle.

"Honey, do you need a different kind of excitement?"

Chapter 075 A Sacrifice

"Haha! I, Ruihan San, am back!"

Three days later, the three women, dressed in short skirts, stood in front of the police station. The grandfather looked excited, a stark contrast to Morty's ashen face.

The fact that they were released in just a few days means that neither Morty nor Jerry had maxed out their eloquence skills.

He persuaded them to release the people by using his eloquence.

It's simply because the COPs searched through all the law books but couldn't find a reasonable ground for a lawsuit.

Crime of indecent assault?

This charge was dropped decades ago.

After all, the current social atmosphere is much more open than before.

In the past, these three people would most likely have been burned at the stake simply for wearing long trousers...

Since we can't prosecute you, we can only say that you either have to go out wearing skirts or trousers, and then we'll arrest you.

This process continues until you are wearing skirts.

Faced with his grandfather's refusal to use violence, the tough guy Morty could only put on a skirt with tears in his eyes, stand in front of the police station, and feel the occasional breeze through his leg hair.

But I have to say!

Wearing this dress, the whole world seems to change dramatically.

It makes you want to get another Lolita outfit!

[Jesus! How could I have such a thought! No! Get it out of my head! I absolutely will not think that!!!]

Morty, ashamed of the fleeting thought that crossed his mind, silently lowered his head.

"Alright! Motherfuck! Jerry! You want to prove yourself, right?"

"Then let's begin now!"

Over the course of three days, Grandpa, who had already clashed with Jerry, was determined to defeat him in this area. He wanted to show this brat...

What does it mean that a simp will never have a good death?

Do you think that by unconditionally obeying women, you can get everything you want?

too naive!

Whether in ancient times, modern times, or even the future, what truly dominates this world is neither gender, nor intelligence, nor sycophancy!

Instead, it's about using violence to kill the other party first!

But if you want to be beaten, then I'll grant your wish!

Grandpa pulled a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket, put them on, and said coolly, "Motty! Let's go!"

The grandson who didn't want to get involved in this war between his father-in-law and son-in-law...

He shook his head directly, indicating that he would rather sell his non-soul, purely physical body in this small town to satisfy the dopamine needs of those women than consider getting involved.

"Alright! Since you want to experience some alternative fun in this small town, see you in a week!"

After saying that, Grandpa strode away.

As soon as Grandpa left, Jerry also left without saying a word.

Watching the two leave, each preparing to recruit henchmen, build their own power, and have a good fight, Morty sighed slowly.

Go ahead and make a scene.

Anyway, I can finally relax a bit.

In the past six months, only three days of self-isolation here gave him the joy of finally getting a break after working overtime for half a year.

The pace of life has slowed down completely.

What should I do?

Since I don't have a teleportation gun and can't go back, I might as well wander around this small town and see what my mother and sister are up to.

Morty took a few steps forward, a gust of wind blew, lifting her skirt, and she heard a whistle behind her.

Turning around, the blonde COP who had spoken with them earlier was looking at them with a completely unreserved smile.

[Damn! You're so proper in the police station, but once you step outside, I never expected you to be such a fierce woman interested in fourteen-year-old boys!]

Morty pondered the money in his hand, which seemed to be useless here, and then took a closer look at the blond COP's appearance.

Not bad! Seven out of ten, worth the sacrifice!

So Morty turned around and came back, and the other person seemed a little nervous when he returned.

"What are you doing? If you want to complain, call and complain yourself."

"No! Dear sister! My grandpa and dad had a fight, can you take me in? I can take you in every day, hehe~"

"Forehead..."

Looking at Morty, who barely reached her waist, the blonde wanted to say, "Let's not worry about your age. With your height, you're practically pushing your physical limits."

But! There's a saying...

Strike when the iron is hot!

Without a second thought, the blonde put her paws on Morty's shoulder.

"Let's go, let's broaden our horizons."

Morty: "..."

The two sneaked to the parking lot outside the police station. As soon as Morty got into the car, he was tackled and attacked from below with his claws.

Half a minute later...

five minutes later...

Half an hour later...

An hour later...

If there were a review website for this, she would definitely give Morty a five-star review and tip him a generous amount.

The blonde was happy, and Morty was naturally happy too.

Because he had a high-quality social interaction with a single woman in his car in a public place, without raising the emotional threshold.

This fully demonstrates that his previous loss of control was mostly due to stimulants.

This shows that, under natural circumstances, one can still control their emotions.

In particular, by engaging in high-quality social interactions, they secured paid accommodation and food for the next few days.

Pure profit!

But when evening came, he followed the blonde back to her room.

When Morty pushed open the door and saw the five girls already sitting in the living room, his smile vanished.

"this..."

The blonde grinned and said, "Go for it, little wild horse!"

Morty's lips twitched, and she reached out and tore off her short skirt.

The group of people who were sitting on the sofa and chairs, knowing full well what was about to happen, were pretending to be reserved while drinking.

They saw Morty extend a martial arts challenge to them.