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-Yeah, we make 'em work to the bone

and steal all the profits.

We really are lowlifes, eh?

Let's hurry and get this over with so we can leave.

-With all due respect, Commander, remember,

we are not here as invaders.

Galactic law dictates we give them the time to make a reply.

-But we're gonna wipe 'em out either way, right?

This better not take too long.

If I miss the event in my Battle Cats mobile game,

I'll be pissed.

-You're a real scumbag.

-Our journey to the next life is beginning.

-There is none among our people

who will pick up a gun to fight.

-Yes, we forbid those sorts of ambitions long ago.

-And our society has flourished

because of that choice.

If this is how it must end, then I say we quietly accept it.

-Sire, we are running out of time

to make a reply to the Federation.

-The end result will be the same no matter what we say.

Just embrace these last moments of peace and silence.

-Early celebration.

Knock 'em dead.

-Gonna kick some ass. -Okay, fine.

We'll have a serious talk tomorrow.

-Just make sure to bring her with you.

We need to clear this up.

-She is just gonna complicate things.

-Oh, my God, this, again?

-You keep trying to back your way out of it.

You just don't wanna make the hard decisions.

-That's not true.

-The newest model of our neutrino canon

is designed to quantize entire populations

down to nothing while leaving everything else untouched.

It makes conquering planets less messy

and easier than ever before.

-It's also about convenience.

-Then tell me why the hell that stupid skank

-had a key to your room? -Because I dropped it.

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Oh.

- What the hell?

What is this?

-Boo?!

-Oh, no! -Oh, God. We're under attack!

-Hell, yeah! Squash these bug bitches!

I could have sworn I called the plumber, not pest control.

-The legendary terrorist Rick Sanchez...

...is now my plaything.

I've got axes, saws, and a long browsing history

of porn websites.

There is nothing you can hide from me.

-Jesus, I'm an inventor.

Look, bombs really aren't my thing, pal.

-I just knew it had something to do with Rick, Beth.

I mean, the only thing I'm guilty of

is causing our toilet to flush constantly,

which hardly compares.

-What the hell's going on? -Hmm?

There's no way dad will let himself get caught that easily.

-Well, yeah, that was just a dummy hologram.

It's got a distraction program, so no worries.

-That you, Summer?

Those idiots still busy with my dummy?

-Space Mom is tracking it now.

Everything's going as planned.

Hey, grandpa, what do those stupid guys even want from you?

-They're trying to get me on some kind of B.S.

They think I'm holding an anti-matter bomb.

-And you're not? -No.

All this thing does is decrease entropy, you know?

Which makes the flow of time go backwards.

-What? -The theory behind it is simple.

Oh, I guess not all that different from a bomb.

Both are stupid.

What's Morty up to?

-Making a bunch of noise in his room like a huge dork.

-He won't stop playing that VR game you made him,

-grandpa. -Damn straight.

I made that thing specifically so he'd get hooked on it.

Except he'll never come back if he gets in too deep.

-Somebody doesn't understand the rules of this game.

-What rules? Everybody here is an NPC, right?

-Shut up, punk.

Our backstory is that we're after you

for stealing our money and stuff.

And guess what? We're supposed to take it back by force,

-you turd. -That's a pretty weak backstory.

Look, I don't have your money or your stuff.

-You won't get to the next checkpoint like that.

I mean, just look at what you're wearing, idiot.

Oh, geez!

So, whatcha gonna do?

-Hmm?

Uhh...

-Oh, snap! It's coming!

-Ohhh!

-Run!

Oh!

-It doesn't matter if it's a virtual simulation or a dream.

Sum Sum.

If there are zero logical contradictions,

then it becomes reality to whoever is living it.

Wow, that's so convenient.

-Believe it or not, reality is convenient all the time.

But I always get saddled with the job of making it make sense.

-So, whatcha gonna do?

-Hmm?

-Uh... -Oh, snap! It's coming!

Huh?

-Run!

-What the hell are you trying to get me to do now?

-Wait, what, Grandpa?

-I couldn't hear you. -It's nothing.

Don't lose sight of me, Summer.

Uh... Hmm?

-Morty. -Huh?

-I haven't forgotten you for a second.

-Wh-- Who are you? Have we met before?

-My name is Elle. I'm a warrior who controls time.

-My -- My name is Morty. And I'm a warrior, too.

I fight with beam sabers.

Oh. But I lost them.

-It's so good to see you again.

Huh?

-Grandpa Rick. -God damn it!

How long do I have to put up with this crap?

-It's you!

-Sorry, but I'm not your normal Rick, kid.

-And my Morty's already dead. -Huh?

-Well, it looks like our dimensions are intersecting --

...even in this stupid game.

And the worst part? All of it is real.

Multiple realities are progressing at the same time.

It's a doozy.

Never thought I'd actually see you again.

-Uhh...

-Are you okay? -Uh...

Huh?

Wh-- Wh-- Who are you?

-Frank is my name.

I'm the coward who turned away from you.

Even though you looked at me for help.

-Mm, it's all good, dude.

-Please forgive what I did.

You made me want to be better.

-You have lovely eyes.

-Huh?

-There are an infinite number of paths available to us,

but we only get to pick one life.

It's pretty dumb, huh, Morty?

And the dumbest part of it all is that we're the ones

who chose it for ourselves.

At least in my case, anyway.

Hell.

-So, whatcha gonna do?

-Oh, snap! It's coming! -Huh?

-Run!

Ohhh!

Um, so -- so why -- why would a girl like you, like me?

-What do you mean?

-Oh -- Oh, man, I-I get it.

This must be grandpa's doing.

-Grandpa? What do you mean?

-Never mind.

Forget I said anything.

-You're saying this is a game and I don't really exist?

-Sick. Is this a-a gift for me?

Oh, th-- thank you.

It's called the Nander Dragon's Tear.

-There's something special I want you to have.

-Huh?

Hmm.

-It's the Nander Dragon's sweat.

-Aren't you gonna take that off? -Why would I?

This suit gives me all sorts of power and special abilities.

It lets me feel like I'm a real man.

-Hmm. It's hard to explain.

I guess I just don't think it looks good on you.

-The man famous for his great wealth and honor,

Morty Smith, is now launching a career into politics.

-Hmm.

Later, I need you to give me some time alone.

-The man who established an empire

in a single lifetime, Morty Smith.

Although he had numerous romances throughout the years,

he never got married even once.

-This is something you'll understand when you get older.

Some people you meet only once in this life,

but they stay with you forever,

and your heart will never let you forget them.

-The final words that he left behind

remain a complete mystery, even now.

Hell.

-Just look at yourself, dear! You need to face reality!

How are we supposed

to feed our child?

Uh.

Huh?

-Hmm. I finally took off that suit like you asked.

-Summer, are you still there?

You haven't lost sight of me, right?

-I can see you clear as day on the radar, Grandpa.

But your position keeps blinking in and out.

The coordinate axis is warped and kind of looks like a snake.

-Space time is getting all flippy

because of that damn gizmo.

I-I don't even know where I am right now.

Guessing that my location is staying fixed

because you're monitoring it,

which means I don't have to worry about getting stuck

in this hellhole as long as you keep watching, Sum Sum.

-Except it's probably just a matter of time

before I lose you.

-Yeah, probably.

The portal gun won't work right now.

Y-Y-You gotta guide me to wherever the wormhole is.

-Does that mean you're coming back, Grandpa?

-What?

Also, while you're at it, I'm gonna need you

to go ahead and execute protocol 1098.

Bringing Morty back, baby.

-Hell, yeah! Grandpa, let's do this.

-Morty. -Huh?

Huh?

-I just knew it.

I knew we'd see each other again.

-Mission complete.

-Hmm?

-Dinner. Bon appétit.