Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Morty: "I really don't understand the thought process of you Great Old Ones..."

"Here, this is my house key. Feel free to come over and have a seat anytime. If you're looking for something more exciting, go ahead and try it."

Morty: "It's only six in the morning, can you please not say such provocative things..."

Old K, who completely disregarded the values ​​of shame and decency among higher primates, tossed the keys to Morty and then put on a pair of black sunglasses.

After giving Kasogsa a kiss.

He got in the car, stuck his head out, gave a thumbs-up, and stepped on the gas, thus beginning his decades-long journey of traveling the world.

Throughout the entire process, Morty couldn't find a single word to complain about.

When Kasogesa walked up to Morty, she reached out her slender hand and gently stroked Morty's collarbone with her index finger, asking in a calm tone.

"Morty, my drain is clogged. Could you unclog it?"

Morty: "..."

Looking at Old K, whose car had barely traveled a hundred meters, Moti slapped Kasoggsa's pig's trotter away. "What do you take me for?!"

I've known Lao Ke for so long!

How could I do such a thing behind Lao Ke's back?

Couldn't you have waited until Old Ke went a little further away so I wouldn't have to carry him on my back? Instead, you just kept it from him from the start!

But then again.

Morty remembered that he had robbed Old K of a huge sum of money before, enough to buy a small universe for the family of four to live in.

You've got money now, why aren't you leaving?

So everyone really loves the Earth?

"The money? That money has already been given to the merchant, but sourcing the goods will take time, because this kind of business is usually a three-year hiatus, but when it opens, it feeds you for three years."

"Generally speaking, they only keep three or four in stock. If there are special requirements, they need to make arrangements with organizations like the Galactic Empire first."

Having answered Morty's question, Kasoggsa went inside.

As she entered the house, she did not close the door and continued to extend an invitation to Morty.

Faced with the second invitation, Morty no longer hesitated. He had recently come to a clear understanding that he must seize the day and enjoy life to the fullest.

Talking about feelings?

What's with the talk of feelings?

With the pace of life so fast these days, who has the time or inclination to talk about relationships?

So Morty went inside.

Overjoyed, he rubbed his hands together, ready to show Kasogesa what a professional sewer repairman with fourteen years of experience really looked like!

But as Morty walked into the living room, he lifted his shirt, preparing to strike a pose on the sofa.

A light, airy sentence came from the kitchen.

"Morty, the tools are in the storeroom, and the water valve is outside. Hurry up, I need to take a shower."

Morty: "..."

???

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"What!"

Morty, whose head was filled with countless question marks, was dumbfounded.

You promised to clean the sewers, but you really just did that without any hints?

That would be incredibly embarrassing for me!

Just as Morty was about to get dressed and put the cup in the sink, Kasogesa walked in with a smile, teasingly saying as soon as she entered the living room, "Oh! Your moral compass has been broken so quickly, hasn't it?"

"How come I remember you were such a determined little boy last time?"

Morty: "Uh..."

Kasoggsa suddenly moved closer to Moti, grabbing him with his left arm while reaching down with his right.

With a seductive smile, she leaned close to Morty's ear and said, "Well then, let me see what you're capable of!"

Chapter 112 Dream?

Moral boundaries have been broken so quickly...

[It's clear that I have a flexible moral bottom line...]

Jerry's pathetic state made me wonder if I've been focusing too much on the so-called protagonist image...

Early in the morning, the battle raged from the living room sofa to the dining table, with various positions including front, side, and back entry, from the classic missionary role to the lotus position.

At eight o'clock, Morty returned home looking quite content.

As soon as I reached the garage door, it opened.

Grandpa, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said with a displeased look, "Next time you can speak louder so the whole neighborhood can hear you two."

"Damn it, I sometimes want to sleep in, and I have to go through all this trouble. It's so annoying!"

After saying that, Grandpa took a deep breath of the cool, clean morning air, and then exhaled his tiredness.

He slapped his face to refresh himself.

Grandpa took out the teleportation gun.

Morty's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing it.

Here he comes, here he comes! As expected, Grandpa is a restless person!

What should we do today?

Tracking down a mysterious organization? Cosplaying as a cult deity? Or perhaps going for a high-speed chase?

Just as Morty saw Grandpa open a portal and was about to walk through it, Grandpa came back with a bottle of wine and a sandwich.

The fluorescent green portal disappeared.

All that's left is a smelly old man who even has to have a bottle of strong liquor with his breakfast sandwich.

"What... Rick? What are you doing?"

Grandpa, who was just about to take a bite of his sandwich, looked up and glanced at Morty with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Did you spend two hours with the Old Ones and get assimilated by them, forgetting that higher primates need to eat to maintain normal cell division?"

Despite being teased by his grandfather, Morty wasn't annoyed. He leaned closer and asked his grandfather what arrangements were in place for the next few hours, or for today and tomorrow, and even the day after tomorrow.

"Arrangements? No."

"But you need to figure out how to deal with your dad's situation; he cried all night last night."

It would have been better if Grandpa hadn't brought this up.

The mere mention of loser Jerry ignites a fire within Morty.

In this family, almost everyone can't stand Jerry, so why did everyone react differently when they beat up this loser?

It's like I did something wrong?

You guys are just messing around!

Noticing that Morty's expression was off, Grandpa put down his sandwich, took a napkin from the mechanical arm of the workbench to wipe his mouth, took a sip of whiskey, and then said, "Motty, you don't seem to quite understand the saying 'family is everything'?"

"I can't stand that bastard, no matter who says anything, it's no use!"

Morty certainly knew that family was more important than anything else.

But if it's truly for someone's good, shouldn't you protect people you shouldn't be protecting?

That good-for-nothing should be left to be beaten up outside. Only through being beaten can he grow stronger!

After all, not every Jerry can suddenly rise to prominence like the heroic Jerry in the sixth episode of the first season of Rick and Morty.

Most Jerrys are losers like this...

Instead of expecting a lump of mud to stick to the wall on its own, you might as well just smear it on the wall and let it air dry; maybe a few pieces will stick to the wall.

"Sigh, it seems I've been too focused on developing your combat abilities and neglected the cultivation of your inner world."

"You've started to deviate from the normal Morty's personality and are heading down a different path."

After hearing his grandfather's words, Morty didn't say anything more.

Because you clearly know I'm a time traveler, of course I can't be the same as Morty, right? Could it be... wait... you mean, you've been trying to lead me towards Morty's identity?

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Morty's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back.

If my memory is correct.

He realized that he was just playing Morty from the beginning, not actually being Morty.

But now, it seems I've already started to see myself as Morty...

So what exactly is my identity?

Who am I now?

My external social identity was originally in conflict with my internal social identity, but the more I pretend, the more seriously I take it. Should I abandon my original identity?

[But if I give up my original identity, it means I have to become Morty. But a normal Morty, even if he hates Jerry, would still be willing to care about Jerry.]

Because every Morty is kind!

I...I'm not kind.

Then I want...

Morty, caught in a self-discovery dilemma, is completely unaware that the power of the Old Ones within him is becoming increasingly unstable as the problem deepens.

Along with them, the Fly People who joined the Cult of Golden Crispy Noodles.

Even though they were no longer in this universe, they began to be influenced by Morty, and their whole being began to go crazy uncontrollably.