WHATTUP MY GLIP GLOPS | DUAL-JOINING

[MORTY]

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Oh man, Morty wasn’t too sure about this. Rick didn’t seem too happy – well, that wasn’t new, but that was beside the point – about their current situation, and he had a feeling that this probably wasn’t gonna end well. They couldn’t leave- the portal gun was gone, and as far as the young tabby could see, this wasn’t exactly the kind of place where you could just find another Rick and borrow his gun. But it looked almost like home, with trees and dirt, sans his family and school and everything that actually made home, you know, home.. There was nothing on-the-cob, and no drooling aliens, though. At least that was good, then, right? Right?

Pale ears pinned to his head, Morty glanced around at his surroundings, his tail waving anxiously behind him. This place was real sunny, not unlike their old home, but instead of houses and pavement everywhere, there was just sand and dirt and trees. There was a beach, though. That was pretty cool, he guessed. The little tom jumped at the sound of his grandpa’s voice, having spaced out a bit, but was quick to obey the other’s curt command, stumbling over small orange paws as he came up closer behind the far taller feline. [color=#ffff01]”Could you slow down a bit?” he wanted to ask, but he knew it would be worthless, so he didn’t bother.

As Rick went on about cannibals and a bunch of scary shit Morty didn’t want to think about, he felt his fur bristle slightly with nerves. He knew Rick was just messing with him, so why was it working? Every goddamn time… ”Oh- oh man, Rick, maybe we should watch out, you know? Maybe go lay low somewhere for a bit? We d-don’t exactly have a way out of here anymore, and I-I don’t wanna, like, get into any trouble.” Of course, knowing his grandfather, that was exactly what was going to happen. Did they have any weapons on them? Not that he could see. Oh jeez, they really could die out here, couldn’t they?

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