Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Excuse me, how is nature supposed to produce this toilet paper over there?

Can papermaking replicate nature?

Even more sci-fi... no, no, no! This is already a fantasy story! Creating such soft toilet paper is really asking too much of nature...

So... what to do?

"Can't we use the Mission Accomplishment Box to thoroughly clean this up and make sure we don't leave him with a single trace of DNA?"

Mr. Mission Accomplished: "Thank you so much!"

Morty rolled his eyes at Jerry for once again lowering the prestige of the Mission Accomplishment Box, and then explained why... wiping it clean didn't help.

Because C137 has set up numerous invisible devices here, but none of them are offensive. After all, he only hates people using his toilet, not killing anyone over the toilet.

But these covert devices used to collect information have already recorded your... Xiangxiang, Jerry Smith.

Even if you take this toilet apart now and put an identical one on it.

That doesn't change the fact that you've used the C137 private VIP toilet.

Then, C137 will act like the most ruthless hunter, dragging you back just for the poop you left in his private toilet...

finally?

Finally, you'll be thrown into a very durable plastic bag, put on a breathing mask, and indulge in a dream of a unique toilet!

"Uh... Morty! Help me!"

"roll!!"

After threatening Jerry and making the guy tremble with fear, Morty naturally couldn't just ignore him. After all, no matter how much he hated Jerry, he was still family, and a shield with a mystical power.

If things get to that point, this guy can still be kept to take a bullet.

Now...

I need to give Tzeentch a call.

"Hey, have you had enough fun over there? I need someone to do me a huge favor."

The upbeat dance music playing on the other end of the phone indicates that a certain girl, under her grandfather's deliberate arrangement, has officially broken free from Morty's subconscious and become an independent individual, and is currently in a high-spirited phase.

So it was only after Morty yelled three times that Tzeentch heard what Morty was saying.

Since the two have now officially severed their connection between their conscious and subconscious minds, Morty will have to pay a price if he wants her help.

"Damn it! Big sister! Don't mess with me! I didn't intend to give all four evil gods a consciousness so you could... form a mahjong table!"

"What? You don't agree? Then there's no point in talking?! You believe me... Hey! Hey! How dare you hang up on me!"

Morty, whose call was hung up on by Tzeentch, seemed a bit agitated. After all, he was Tzeentch's former main consciousness, and now this guy could turn on him like flipping a book, hanging up on him in a matter of minutes.

What the hell is going on?

"Now your little girlfriend... cough cough! Your subconscious mind won't help, so what do we do?"

"Sangmei... There are three of us here. Am I the only one thinking about this? Can't you try to put yourself in Rick's shoes?"

"Nope~ I'm on vacation right now~"

After refusing Morty's request, Sammy turned around to admire the beautiful view from the direction she was sitting on the toilet.

Tzeentch isn't helping, Sammy's on vacation, and Morty's all alone...

Faced with a problem like C137, he really can't just give up and quit.

So Morty stared intently at the pristine white toilet, and then went through the plot of the later seasons of the anime that the simulator had previously given him.

A bold idea... arose in Morty's mind.

Since we can't erase Jerry's traces from the top of the toilet, we'll have to go under the toilet to erase them!

This means... he, Morty Smith, has to get into the control room under the toilet.

Finally able to utilize his anime memories, Morty scanned the surroundings and spotted a beast in the distance that resembled a deer, but whose eyes and mouth were completely unrelated.

“That animal with light blue eyes is the key to getting us down there… so I’ve decided to go grab it. You! Jerry Smith, don’t move! Understand?”

"Um... okay."

After telling Jerry not to wander off again and instructing Sammy to keep an eye on him, Morty walked towards the deer. He tiptoed closer, and when he was within twenty meters of the deer...

This mechanical alien deer, which has no ability to eat at all and is pretending to graze, has its huge buttocks split in two, revealing two super thick jets!

"Holy crap! That's not how it's portrayed in the anime!! That damned deer, how could he possibly...fuck!!!"

Seeing this thing take off explosively at Mach 1, and after reaching an altitude of about 3,000 meters, it began to move at Mach 10 towards the distant world, Morty was completely dumbfounded.

He can fly... but the problem is... he can't reach Mach 10...

Mach 1 is 1224 kilometers per hour, Mach 10...

"Damn...this is it...I should have pounced on it immediately...This is insane...wait...C137 went to the toilet in his spaceship, he didn't use the teleportation gun at all, which means...I'm in C137's universe!!!"

Morty, realizing a detail that was extremely easy to overlook, broke out in a cold sweat.

After a moment of contemplation, he gritted his teeth and decided to prepare for a brute-force attack using the Mission Accomplishment Box.

Destroying the main control room below and destroying the storage inside is far better than... waiting for C137 to find out that Xiangxiang is Jerry!

Chapter 443 Impact with the Moon

"Oh! Jerry's back! We don't need to look for him anymore!"

"Damn it! He's gone again! Quick, quick, quick! The space program must continue!"

These are the only two sentences Morty heard when Little Blue saw Jerry return and then watched him walk away.

Morty, holding the Mission Accomplishment Kit, pressed it five or six times.

As soon as these energetic little blue men appeared, they asked Morty what their specific mission was.

After learning that the plan was to make the toilet in the distance and the control room below look like an accident, the little blue men collectively pointed at the moon in the sky and complained for a while before disappearing.

"Dude... if you want an accident, pull the moon down from the sky! Use your brain, don't bother us with this kind of stupid stuff anymore, it's not challenging at all."

Morty: "..."

Jerry: "..."

Sangmei: "..."

"What...what the hell? Are these bastards serious? How dare they be so arrogant?"

Morty could accept being scolded by his grandfather, but when the little blue man looked down on him for his low IQ, he really wanted to summon another little blue man and beat him up.

No! There's definitely something wrong here! These bastards didn't always talk like this!

How could they, who are usually so polite, speak so rudely?

Someone must be up to no good in the dark!

"You think you can avoid going to pull that moon by pretending to doubt us?" Sangmei bluntly exposed Morty's dramatic act.

She strongly suspected that when Morty saw the moon, he already knew how to create an accident, but he was too lazy to do it, so he wanted the little blue man to take the blame.

But they're not stupid.

Or, if you and your grandfather upgraded it once, its ability is no longer multiplied by 2, but very likely by 20.

When they appear, the first thing they will see is the moon.

Is there anything in this world that seems more like a natural, unquestionable, large-scale disaster than the fall of the moon?

What if I said I was a nature conservationist?

"Then you have to go up too!" Sang Mei rolled her eyes at Morty, reached out and started pushing him, urging him to quickly enter his soul form and go up to push the moon.

On this planet with one sun and two moons, if Morty were to push one moon down, it would at most cause a catastrophic disaster for the creatures on the ground, and everything would return to normal in a few million years.

So... I can't budge it at all!!!

Looking at the moon hanging high in the sky alongside the sun, Morty thought to himself, "Don't let its small appearance fool you, it must weigh at least 100000000000000000000000000 ...

You want me to push this thing? Isn't that going to kill me?

"So you're planning to watch Jerry get his tendons ripped out by C137 and then thrown into hell to suffer endless torture?"

"You know what... I even wanted to do that myself... We're already in the wild, why can't we just find a place to fertilize? Why do we have to act like civilized people and sit on that weird and out-of-place toilet... Doesn't he worry about some kind of toilet killer?"

"Hey! Yeah! I also think this thing is really torturous. How could he just sit on such a weird toilet like that? Isn't he worried something might happen?"

When the two started talking, they turned to criticizing Jerry himself.

This man...

He grabbed his polo shirt with both hands, ripped it off, threw it on the ground, revealing his 40-year-old, flabby body, and strode out with an incredibly dashing gait.

"Ha! I can't rely on you guys anyway, I'll solve this problem myself!"

Morty: "What kind of mess is he in right now? Why is he so confident...?"

Sang Mei: "You have to believe that no matter what, he'll always be a man who's strong-willed throughout his life..."

Moty, somewhat doubting whether he had misheard, reached up and rubbed his ear, asking Sangmei incredulously if he had heard something particularly presumptuous.

She even wondered if she was hallucinating. Maybe Jerry was just looking at the water below the cliff, which was so clean and clear, that he wanted to go for a swim... Bullshit! No matter how much Sangmei tried to imagine it, she couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation!

"What's this guy trying to do?"

"I think he's gotten a bit arrogant..."

Should we stop him?

Morty glanced around at this pristine natural environment devoid of any small appliances, then shook his head and told Jerry to go ahead and mess around!

Let's look into how to come up with a plan to wander the moon.

Although installing a thruster on the moon and pushing it toward the toilet would appear very artificial, this solution is still feasible until a better method is found.

The problem will be solved if all the thrusters are recovered afterward.

Well then... let's send the little blue man on!

I, Morty, am not going to work today!