All previous disclaimers apply.

Morty was in the middle of a raw deal. His 'supposed' grandfather had sealed the house completely shut keeping everyone inside. Him, his mother, Summer, Pen-Sylvester, and everyone else.

Everything had kept leading to the fact that Rick was maybe a piece of parasite scum and needed to be taken care of.

"Rick, if you want to prove you're real, just do what any of the rest of us would do and…and…and open the blast shields and let us the hell out of here!"

His grandfather just leered right back at Morty. "Why don't you make me, implausibly naive pubescent boy with an old Jewish comedy writer's name?"

He heard everyone 'oooh' at that insult. That was Morty's breaking point. He looked over at Frankenstein, "Give me the gun."

Morty pointed the gun right at Rick's face and was ready to fire until his eyes broke contact for only Point Three Seconds, and landed right onto Pen-Sylvester.

"I'm not doing this in front of Pen-Sylvester. Bring him to the garage."

Everyone cheered as Morty led Baby Wizard and Sailor Rubber Duck as they both dragged Rick to the garage to finish this.

Morty had the gun trained on Rick the entire time as he was brought down to his knees. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch parasite scum. We could either do this the easy way or the hard way." He was starting to get nervous. "You know, y-y-y…do you want to live? Then open the blast shield doors!"

Rick growled at his grandson, "Shut up, Morty, you brainwashed, little turd that might not even be real because I'm brainwashed, too."

Morty's hands shook as he began to sweat. "You know, Rick, this isn't easy for us. You know, w-we all remember you as a friend!"

"Oh, oh, oh, really? Well, I remember you as a whiny, little piece of shit, Morty!"

Morty grasped the gun with both hands, "Oh - oh, yeah?"

Rick began to really piss him off and started rubbing it in. "Yeah! I've got about a thousand memories of your dumb, little ass and about six of them are pleasant."

Venom spewed forth from Rick's mouth. "The rest is annoying garbage. So why don't you do us both a favor and pull the trigger?" Rick leaned in towards the muzzle of the blaster until his forehead was directly in from of it. "Do it! Do it, motherfucker! Pull the fucking trigger!"

Morty was about to do it when he actually thought about what Rick was saying. He remembered all the memories he shared with Rick' the good, the bad, and the completely fucked up.

He remembered being sexually assaulted by a giant crab monster on the beaches of Visseron-5 while Rick was looking to get his dick wet with a few local alien ladies.

Morty remembered the time he had to steal a Magma egg from Volcarion Delta and got spewed with hot lava by the Lava Golem who caught him whilst Rick was passed out drunk in his ship.

The time he went to the Alien Doctors to get physically augmented with some random shit that Rick never bothered to explain to him, against his will mind you. Rick only came in to steal some tools from the Doctors, and leave Morty to get nearly tortured.

And who could forget the time that he was embarrassed at school when Rick pulled his pants down and pushed him down the stairs in from of Selina Marshall, and Christy Heams at school?

All his time knowing Rick he's made his life miserable, he then thought of something. Rick always made him miserable, but he could never think of a bad memory about Baby Wizard.

Baby Wizard was always there for Morty. He's always been a great friend and companion. A little too great, in fact, Morty struggled to think of a time that he'd acted badly…and he couldn't.

In another Point Three Second, he readjusted his aim and shot Baby Wizard. The parasite screeched in pain and agony as Morty, Rick, and Sailor Rubber Duck looked on in shock.

"Oh, wow. Baby wizard was a parasite? He set me up with my wife."

Morty scoffed and shot Sailor Rubber Duck through the head without hesitation.

"What the hell?" Rick looked to be in a state of shock. He knelt down to look at his grandson.

"I figured it out, Rick!" Morty began to explain. "The parasites can only create pleasant memories. I know you're real because I have a ton of bad memories with you!"

Rick began to remember those times as well and finally began to understand. "Holy crap, Morty, you're right!" He got up and walked over to the washing machine.

Morty watched as Rick, "Is-is-isn't that what you were trying to make me understand by yelling at me?"

Rick blanched and decided to roll with it, "Well, yeah, duh-doy. T-took you long enough!" Rick turned a knob and the wall behind him exposed a hidden stash of explosives and weaponry. "Now let's go, Morty. We got a lot of friends and family to exterminate."

They both geared up, and stood by the door. "Ready Morty?"

Morty took a sharp breath of air. "Let's do this!"

They both kicked the door open and that's when the fun began.

Unitl next time!

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