Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Before he could figure out what was going on, the group of little blue men raised their hands and feet and led him to the first floor, right in front of Jerry.

Faced with Morty's angry questioning.

Having mentally prepared himself, Jerry looked at Morty timidly yet resolutely, and said in a confident tone, "Morty! I'm your father! I want some respect!"

Morty: "..."

If Morty hadn't been able to hear properly, he would have almost thought he was hallucinating, or even experiencing delusions.

Otherwise, how could Jerry, that clueless brat, have used the Mission Accomplishment Box to make himself...respect him on such an ordinary day?

What are you trying to do?

Morty, who was secretly amused, had just chuckled when a little blue man slapped him across the face and pointed at Jerry, saying, "This is your father! Jerry Smith! Can't you have some manners and respect for him?! Can't you stop acting like you have no parents?"

Morty: "..."

Jerry: "..."

If Morty remembers correctly, the Mission Accomplishment Box, after going through his own hands and his grandfather's hands, has transformed from a poor student into a very intelligent product.

But why is this little blue guy saying such mindless things...?

Show some respect to your father! You orphan!

Holy crap... how can his logic be so chaotic?

Looking at Jerry, who looked completely bewildered, Morty spoke to him in a slightly irritable tone.

"Did you do something to the Mission Accomplishment Box, Jerry? Do you know how useful this box is? If you use it to do business, it can earn you more money in a month than you can spend in a lifetime!"

"If you use him to start a war, you'll have an endless supply of cannon fodder! Even if you just want to build a 5000-meter-tall skyscraper just to install a toilet on top and have someone squat on it, he can do it!"

"He can even help you make it happen if you want to go into outer space."

"So you just made him build you a remote control? And expect me to learn to respect you a little?"

"Fuck...fuck!!"

Morty, who was halfway through uttering a curse, got another slap across the face from the little blue man. This time, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

Respect? Respect my ass!

If you, Jerry Smith, can find even one admirable quality, that's a miracle! No! That's a divine intervention! Only the Creator himself could accomplish such a thing!

So you want me to respect you?

How do we show respect?

To do something so hypocritically would be an insult to my very soul!

So...who cares about all that?!

It's time to end this farce!!!

Morty stretched his right hand into the air, grabbed some kind of transparent entity, and then twisted his waist, slashing out in all directions.

Whoosh!!

A 180-degree slash of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade severed the necks of seven or eight little blue men around Morty, rendering these guys, who would never give up until they achieved their goal, completely incapacitated!

But then, two little blue men pounced on them, and even more little blue men were summoned by the little blue man holding the Mission Accomplishment Box.

"Let Morty learn what it means to respect Jerry!!!"

With a shout, a large number of mental cannon fodder burst out from Morty's body. Almost ignoring most physical attacks, they are among the world's top-tier cannon fodder.

While the little blue men were being constantly harvested, Morty wouldn't let the guy with the Mission Accomplishment Box escape, because he knew all too well just how much trouble that thing could cause if left unchecked.

But... he really didn't want to give in to Jerry!

Although he knew that the best, fastest, and simplest way for him to do this was to bow down to Jerry and show the kind of respect that would make the little blue man disappear.

But... Morty can't do it!

At this moment, while slaughtering these little blue men, he finally understood why some things that seem incredibly simple to others are so difficult for the person involved!

Just like those very upright generals in ancient times, even though they knew that associating with treacherous villains and colluding with them could solve most problems, they just couldn't do it.

What can we do?

Let's kill them!

Morty, with a deadly intent, used an almost cruel method of attack to ensure that every little blue man connected to him was cut into pieces.

After that, I had the mental entities collect the trash in garbage bags, pile it up, and finally put it on the lawn in the backyard. Then I cleared out a patch of grassless ground and set it on fire.

After finishing all this, Morty glanced at Jerry standing by the French windows and asked in a tone of exasperation, "Next time you want to do something, can you at least think it through first?"

"If you want my respect, can't you use a normal way of doing things?"

"You want me to respect you with a bunch of Mission Accomplishers?"

"What? You want them to beat me up and then force me to respect you?"

Jerry: "I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'! Grandpa finally wanted to rest a bit, and I could finally have a day off, and you've ruined it all!"

Morty didn't hold back in criticizing Jerry, then turned around, went inside, and took the "Mission Accomplished" box. He now completely understood.

Nothing powerful should ever be placed in front of Jerry.

Otherwise, this king of itchy hands would either dismantle it or use it to create a huge problem.

One last look at the little blue remote control manufacturers in the living room.

Morty went upstairs, stuffed the thing into the closet, and then lay back down to catch up on his sleep. After all, the last time he could sleep so comfortably until he felt nauseous was more than six months ago...

Morty had gone to sleep, but the raging fire in the backyard annoyed Sangmei. She went downstairs during breakfast and spent the rest of the time holed up in her room playing on her phone.

After going through a series of events, Sangmei finally thought that everything would be peaceful today, and she could finally do what she wanted.

But... that's the truth!

There's never a moment of peace!

Moreover, what was previously just noise pollution has now escalated to air pollution!

Setting something on fire in the backyard?

Who is it?

Annoyed, she flung open the window, and the stench nearly made Sang Mei vomit on the spot. She looked towards the fire, and inside...the thing...was still moving!

Chapter 440 Let's go out.

"Jesus! Jerry! We finally get a day off!"

"Yeah! We finally get a day off, a day when we don't have to worry about whether the universe is safe or whether the world is going to be destroyed. Can't you just let us relax for a day?"

Standing beside the stinking fire, Morty and Sangmei scolded Jerry while watching the mind-body cannon fodder plunge into the fire, forcing those 'things' to remain inside.

But as it burned, it seemed that everything combustible on its body had been burned away, leaving only a pile of black charcoal. These extremely resilient little blue man fragments seemed to still be using all their strength to continue towards Morty in order to complete their mission.

This scene startled Sangmei and also made Morty's face darken.

Morty had a pretty good idea of ​​just how vigorous Mr. Mission Accomplishment was, but only today did he realize that he had underestimated these guys.

Even after they were burned to this extent, and the fire could no longer find any combustible material on them, they were still able to continue moving.

I'll have to find a way to carry this with me from now on!

Sangmei, still unaware of what mission these "Mr. Mission Accomplishers" were on, asked Morty for help, because she really didn't want to have this bunch of creepy things outside while she was using her phone...

"What do we do, Morty? How do we deal with these guys?"

"Just bow your head... show some respect to Jerry... and the problem will be solved. This bunch of 'Mission Accomplished' guys were just something he created when he was bored out of his mind."

"What?! This is the purpose of all those 'Mission Accomplished' guys???"

Sangmei, already annoyed that her day of playing on her phone had been interrupted, was even more displeased when she heard Jerry suggest using "Mr. Mission Accomplishment" to teach Morty a lesson...

What kind of madness is this?!

If you want others to respect you, you at least need to have something that commands respect... a highlight!

You don't even have a single hair; how can you expect others to respect you?

Does it rely on air?

"Um... I just... wanted to get some respect, you know. It's not my fault, is it? This is entirely because you guys never give me any respect, so I wanted some respect, right?"

Morty: "..."

Sangmei: "..."

Because you don't respect me, I'll use the "Mr. Mission Accomplishment" title to make you respect me. This perfect logical loop left Morty and Sammy speechless for a moment.

Genius!

A true genius whose talent was buried by family and marriage!

It's a huge loss to academia that you don't go to university and teach a logic course!

"That..."

"Let's see if there's any way to get rid of these 'Mission Accomplished' men that's disrespectful to him!"

"..."

Morty interrupted Sammy, saying that he would rather die than bow down to this head, and how could he possibly bow down to that piece of trash Jerry?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Okay, what are you planning to do?"

"Increase the stakes!"

Morty went back to the bedroom again, brought the Mission Accomplishment Box to the living room, pressed it twice, summoned two Mission Accomplishment Men, and instructed them to ensure that the Mission Accomplishment Men were dead before their mission was considered complete.

Then he left the two men, who looked utterly devastated, and put the Mission Accomplishment Box back into the bedroom.

When we arrived at the first floor again.

The two little blue men took out the chainsaw that hadn't been used in a long time from the garage and began to hack at the still-moving, charred pieces on the ground.