Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Nobody's going to let me do anything productive!

So Morty and Sammy found a comfortable place to sit down, pressed the button again, and summoned a little blue man. They instructed him to use the Mission Accomplishment Box to create a planetary thruster and push the moon toward the toilet.

This little blue man, looking utterly devastated, resigned himself to the most difficult challenge of his life.

Thousands of little blue men, within just half an hour, covered every spot below the cliff in front of the toilet, starting with just their two hands.

In a very short time, they upgraded their tools from wood to steel. With steel, their technological progress began to accelerate rapidly because steel had so many uses that far surpassed those of wood.

Looking at the forest and river that was once so beautiful that it inspired poets and writers to leave behind a string of poems, it was transformed in a very short time into a filthy and smelly place full of sewage and waste by industrial production.

Having been vividly taught a lesson about industrialization, Morty felt that industrial production, if it didn't achieve extremely high output, had serious drawbacks...

"By the way, what's Jerry doing right now?"

"I'll go check...we need to keep him out of this area."

Because of his distrust of Jerry's bad luck, Morty always had three or four mind-body entities following him and monitoring him in real time.

Let's switch perspectives.

Morty saw... a Jerry building a statue out of branches and stones.

WTF? ? ?

are you serious?

I am half an Old One. You might as well come to me and kowtow three times instead of just randomly creating a statue to pray to!

Although I don't have the Fire of the Divine Kingdom now, I can still be considered half an evil god.

After watching Jerry gradually finish building the idol, he took off his pants, put on a skirt woven from thatch and tied it around his stomach, then smeared some juice squeezed from some unknown animal or insect on his face.

Behind him appeared a group of humanoid alien beings with very similar physical characteristics, showing signs of intelligent life.

"The idol has been erected! Follow me and bow before it! Then we will fulfill the great mission it has entrusted to us! And ultimately receive the divine reward!"

Chapter 444 Why don't you smoke a cigar?

"Motty? Motty? Can't you hear me? What's wrong? Why do you look so...devastated?"

Sammy's voice brought Morty back to his senses. He glanced at Sammy, whose face was full of curiosity, and asked in a hesitant tone, unsure how to express what he had seen.

"If I told you that Jerry erected a statue of a god and gathered a group of primitive people who are likely to become the future rulers of this planet, and wanted to use the name of the god to destroy the C137 control room, would you believe me?"

"Believe...I really? He did something like that? Huh! Has he finally come to his senses? Does he know where to use his abilities now?"

"Hmm... I think that control room is most likely doomed... but the cleanup plan can't stop yet. The signs of sabotage are too obvious; we'll have to bring down the moon to finish things off."

When Morty saw that Jerry was really taking action this time, wanting to do something, to make a difference, and that his goal was to cause chaos, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Well done!

Damn it! Who knows how long I've been waiting? I've finally waited for you, you bastard, to finally see the light!

So Morty and Sammy thought that instead of sitting here watching those little blue men destroy nature, they should pay attention to Jerry's rapid progress, which is worthy of being recorded in history.

A kilometer away, Jerry stood atop a five-meter-high rock, whipping a whip through the air with a piercing whistling sound. His face flushed and neck bulging, he shouted, "Go! My people! This is a divine decree! We must fulfill its command! Otherwise, a natural disaster will strike!!!"

Upon seeing someone trying to stop and rest, he, like a tyrant, immediately ordered the person to stand up right away.

Even if someone falls down, he will never allow anyone to help that person up!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Nobody is allowed to stop!!"

"Don't help it! This is a test from heaven! A test of whether it deserves to survive in this cruel world!!!"

"Keep it up! Get to work!"

Ahead of Jerry, who was shouting desperately, stood thousands of panting primitive people who had long since entered the Stone Age, using stones to cut down thick trees one by one.

And they kept transporting these trees toward the direction where the toilet was located.

The long transport convoy, viewed from above, looks like a group of ants carrying blades of grass into the distance.

Upon encountering Moti and Sangmei from the vanguard, they exchanged curious glances but said nothing, and then passed each other by.

We ventured deeper into this untouched primeval forest, untouched by the little blue men.

More primitive humanoid creatures are moving more trees out.

"What do you think he's planning to do?"

"It's probably best to accomplish this in the dumbest way possible..."

Morty, who didn't quite understand what was going on, tried to guess Jerry's thoughts, but Morty, who was used to imitating Rick's thinking, had no idea how to construct Jerry's thinking.

I had no choice but to ask my dear eldest sister to step in.

"I'll give it a try... but before I try, I have to ask you one question: if my IQ drops after I adopt Jerry's mindset, will you treat me like him?"

"Uh...how could that be! Who do you take me for? Rick?"

"Ha, sometimes you're even more Rick-like than Rick himself."

I take this as a compliment.

"Pooh!"

After complaining about how her younger brother had sold her out, and that this wasn't the first time it had happened, the moment Sang Mei put herself in Jerry's shoes, her pupils shrank to their limit.

If the way of thinking of intelligent people like Sherlock Holmes and Rick endowed Sangmei with the extreme ability to observe and think critically, like seeing the whole picture from a single leaf.

So Jerry's thinking is completely full of whimsical ideas...

Yes! A brilliant idea! It could even be described as unbelievable!

Using Jerry's way of thinking, after connecting the wood with the destruction of the control room, the first thought that popped into Sangmei's head was...

This thing is building a battering ram...driving it into the ground...

WTF? !

"Huh? You mean he plans to collect the wood, tie it together, and use it to bang on the toilet and damage the... well... I suddenly'm not interested in watching him anymore..."

Morty turned his head to look at the solid rock on the cliff to his left and behind. To smash that thing by manpower, one would need to use a stone of comparable hardness.

You're trying to move it with wood...

Just say it!

Are you planning to gamble ten years of your life on this probability?

It's simply...

Are you still going?

"Forget it! I'm afraid my blood pressure will spike if I go over there. I'll just sit here..."

Morty found a shady spot to sit down, leaning against a tree as he watched the primitive people coming and going, transporting logs one by one down the cliff near the toilet.

Since the two had nothing else to do, they started chatting casually.

However, as the conversation went on, it eventually returned to Jerry.

"Why do I feel like we're both being a bit shameless?"

"Yeah... I don't care about his life or death at all, but I still have to worry about whether he'll cause any trouble. It's really... annoying!"

"What should we do then?!"

"Shall we go take a look?"

"Don't go!"

"Okay...how about we talk about something else?"

After another round of chatting, the topic returned to Jerry, and Morty and Sangmi finally couldn't hold back any longer and got up to walk towards Jerry.

Because they were still not entirely at ease with Jerry, that rascal.

After all, this guy is the kind of guy who can cause big trouble under normal circumstances, and even bigger trouble under special circumstances.

So the two of them continued along the transport route deeper into the forest.

When Jerry was found, he was sitting comfortably in a wooden chair, with his legs crossed, holding a wooden goblet in his left hand, enjoying a primitive massage.

His expression, one of utter rapture and pure joy, suggested he was there on vacation, not trying to erase the traces of his presence.

"Jesus! Jerry! What are you doing here, enjoying yourself?"

As soon as Morty arrived, he questioned this guy, "Are you getting cocky?"

While the little blue men are working hard on their planet-collision project, you're having a bunch of people gather a pile of wood, and then you're just sitting down and enjoying yourself?

Wooden stemmed glasses!

Why don't you just smoke a big cigar?

"I'm just taking a short rest, don't get excited, it's nothing serious~"

"Once they're done with their work, we can start the impact."

"I'll take care of everything!"

Looking at Jerry, who was brimming with confidence and believed he could handle the situation perfectly, Morty expressionlessly pulled out his teleportation gun, opened a portal, and took the box from the little blue man holding the Mission Accomplishment Box.

After pressing the buttons on seven or eight of the little blue figures, urging them to speed up the lunar impact plan, a smile finally appeared on his face: "So, Mr. Jerry, when do you plan to start working?"

"You know C137 isn't the kind of person who only goes to the toilet once every three days, right?"

"I bet even if he can hold it in, it's at least once every twelve hours, right?"

"Why don't you calculate how much time you've already wasted?"

Chapter 445 C137 and the Toilet

"Phew... This is the last lesson I'll teach you!"

After beating up a guy who looked like a pickled cucumber, C137 turned and walked toward the spaceship, taking in the terror that C137 Morty was looking at.

He didn't say much.

He silently started the spaceship, arrived at the teleportation room of the miniature cosmic battery, and returned to the world outside the battery, wiping the blood flowing from his nose.