Rick took a long swig from a flask that smelled like burnt ozone. "That’s the point, Morty. You think people live in a desert-hellscape because the real estate is cheap? No, they do it because when a guy with a chainsaw for a hand is trying to graft your skin onto a kite, you don’t have time to wonder why your dad is living in a motel eating cold beans."
Rick stepped through, leaving the wasteland behind, the silence finally settling over the dust. Rick_e_morty_s03e02
"We’re just visiting," Morty chirped nervously. "It’s like... a theme park for trauma." Rick took a long swig from a flask
Rick handed Morty a jagged piece of scrap metal. "Now, hold this. We’re going to build a localized time-dilator so we can spend six months here in the next twenty minutes. I need a vacation from your mother’s 'healing' wine nights." No, they do it because when a guy