@SuckMyGumBalls Morty walked uncertainly behind his new Rick, sweat beading on his forehead as the opponent came into view. "Hey, Rick? How come that -
@SuckMyGumBalls "Oh man...." Squeezing the cat, Morty trod obediently behind Rick, peering around nervously as they walk. "At least don't make me fight -
@SuckMyGumBalls “Hey, I-I wouldn’t get hurt if you didn’t make me fight myself! Myselves... Those other Mortys....” He casts BG Rick a slight glare before -
@SuckMyGumBalls - vanished almost instantly. Pleased by this development, he beams at ‘his’ Rick. “Oh... Tha-that really helped... I feel a lot better.... -
@SuckMyGumBalls After a short yelp from the sting of the syringe, Morty calms down somewhat and looks over himself. Most of his scratches and bruises -
@SuckMyGumBalls - sure why, but he didn't want it running off. But this headache... And what was he doing just now? Stumbling after the cat a few paces, -
@SuckMyGumBalls - looked up at Rick, and the cat squirmed out of his grasp.
Morty frowned when that happened. The cat was important. He wasn't entirely -
@SuckMyGumBalls The chip snapped into place with a quick pinch, eliciting a yelp from Morty before he blinked, expression going blank for a moment. He -
@SuckMyGumBalls Almost instinctively, Morty, stupid, stupid Morty, takes another few steps out of the brush, stepping directly in front of Rick as his -
@SuckMyGumBalls - Sniffling pathetically, he cautiously inched around the tree and out of the brush, staring up at Rick with big wet eyes. "I-I-I dunno -