Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The sibling rivalry was a recurring theme in the Smith family before their grandfather returned, and it was a major headache for both their parents.

When Grandpa returned, Grandpa and Morty became the biggest problem.

And they successfully turned "The Smiths" into "The Sanchezs".

It went from being a family-friendly TV series suitable for all ages to reaching the level of HBO.

This led to the incident where Morty and Sammy started tearing each other apart in the street.

The parents, who once found this problem a major headache, can now approach their situation with a more relaxed attitude.

For example, right now...

"Fuck! Morty! You sewer worm! I was just showing off a little, why are you so bothered?! Did you grow this mouth just to shove me around?"

"Jesus! Sammy! Can you stop being so narcissistic and fragile? I only said one sentence to you and you exploded. Are you a balloon? Or is your brain just full of oxygen? Can your body produce no compounds other than H2O?"

"Die, you piece of trash wasting social resources! Your only value in this world is to like and social security posts for those bitches who objectify themselves online but refuse to admit it! You deserve a lot of credit for the global toilet paper price increase!"

"Ha! If that's how you put it, then we need to really analyze this today. Almost every decent-looking guy in our school, how many haven't you tried to chat up? And what happened? Half of them ignored you! Of the half who did, 10% became Christians! 20% became Taoists! And the remaining 70% became Buddhists!"

"A straight white man becoming a Buddhist?! And the kind who shaves his head, wears a monk's robe, and goes to a temple! Look at how many families and unborn lives you've ruined! And you still have the nerve to criticize me?"

Beth, who had already become indifferent to the trivialities of the world, silently looked at the floats in the distance.

Standing next to Beth, Jerry looked around, his eyes darting back and forth between the goods in the shops on the street. This straight white man had never given up on the position of head of the family.

Grandpa remained calm and inwardly gave Morty a thumbs up. As expected of the young man he had raised, he now had a real flair for cursing.

Five people who came here for a low-risk family adventure.

In fact, even Grandpa himself didn't know how to embark on an adventure where no one would get hurt.

Because last time he brought Jerry, that loser, on an adventure, the guy's leg was broken on the spot by some alien.

After applying the medicine, he needed two weeks of rest to fully recover.

There is such a precedent to learn from.

How could Grandpa dare to take the whole family to the XXX battlefield or the XXXX Empire again?

So the group of people walked aimlessly for half an hour, making noise, until they arrived at a bakery that looked significantly larger than all the other buildings.

Realizing something was wrong, Morty abruptly ended the sibling rivalry.

However, Sangmei, who was already arguing fiercely, felt that Morty was deliberately playing tricks and did not show any sign of backing down.

You think it's over just like that?

Do I, Sangmei, not have any pride?

"Motty! I..."

"Shut up! Can't you see something's wrong?"

Following the direction Morty was pointing, Sangmei saw that inside the large house, which was shaped like a giant tort loaf of bread, a group of people wearing white robes or with long cloths covering their heads were gathered in front of a goddess statue, all turning their heads to look at them.

"What...what's going on?"

Morty rolled his eyes, thinking that it was really beneath him to realize that Sangmei was his older sister.

How is this going?

Are there telepaths among us, or are there telepaths on the other side?

They were looking at each other from at least fifty meters apart.

We've only just started looking at each other, and you expect us to know what's going on?

If you don't plan to use your brain, just contact a charity and donate it. There are many people in this world whose brains are even more problematic than yours, and they all need a brain that is at least somewhat normal.

Yeah, the kind of brain that can become agitated and have a normal conversation as soon as it touches a phone.

After mentally berating his silly older sister, Morty saw Grandpa waving slightly at him with his right hand.

With their perfect understanding, Morty immediately knew that his grandfather wanted him to go up and ask about the situation.

As for why Grandpa didn't go by himself.

Morty had actually asked him this question before.

The answer is that even at my age, I can still create a black hole maker for you with my bare hands, based solely on my memory.

As a super strong person, I am not only responsible for the team's output, but also for the team's external communication.

Then what is your Uncle Morty doing?

Me, Rick, am your tour guide, here to take you on vacation all over the universe?

Okay!

From then on, Morty did all the chores himself.

Therefore, there are official alien social skills, unofficial alien social skills, alien nightclub social skills, alien brothel social skills... ahem!

In short, I am a reckless socialite.

Morty walked up casually and greeted them in a friendly manner. The group of people in white robes exchanged glances, shook their heads in unison, but then nodded in unison at Sangmei.

Upon discovering this group of aliens, they specifically requested that he come over.

Sangmei immediately became excited.

Look at this! What a chosen one! This is only the third time I've gone on an adventure with you guys, and the god of fate has already lifted up his suit pants, revealing white stockings!

Sangmei walked over excitedly, and as soon as she stopped, the group of people in white robes knelt down, which greatly satisfied her pride.

Even under these circumstances, she didn't forget to give Morty a smug look, making it clear to him, "Look at the difference in treatment we're getting."

Morty, having finally seen the faces of those people clearly, sighed softly to himself.

There wasn't a single woman...

Thinking back to the rough voices of those men during the argument, Morty could tell with his toes that either there were no women in this place, or the women had all hidden away.

I wonder if Sangmei will cry and scream for help when she discovers this detail.

Morty, who really wanted to see this, deliberately kept silent and made way for Sammy.

Grandpa noticed this detail, stepped forward, grabbed Sangmei, and glared at Morty.

That look seemed to say, 'How could you betray your sister like this?'

Morty returned a look that said, "It's well worth it to teach this idiot a lesson."

After exchanging glances, Grandpa waved to the white-robed men and then prepared to lead everyone away.

Morty's right hand quietly slipped into his pocket, because he knew how things would unfold as expected.

Who wouldn't eat the fatty meat that's offered to them?

The other side will definitely call them back, stop them, and rush over to take Sangmei away.

I've been in a bad mood lately, so getting into a fight to vent my frustrations would be great!

Chapter 070 Let's go to another place

"Are these guys... really this peaceful...?"

Although Morty had several counterattack plans in mind, they would seem somewhat ridiculous if the other side didn't make a move at all.

The five men left the house and returned to the bustling street. There was no muscular, bearded man with five hundred henchmen blocking their way and shouting.

On the contrary, everything was very calm!

This left Morty feeling quite disappointed with this 'family adventure'.

There's no drama, no hunky guys jumping out to block my way, and not a single romantic encounter... I think I'm having trouble controlling my desires, so I guess I'll pass on this one!

Not long after the group returned to the street, they wandered around aimlessly again. Eventually, even Jerry started to get bored and complained that they had come here just for a stroll.

Grandpa asked in a deliberately seductive tone, "Shall we try something a little more exciting?"

Morty, who was all too familiar with this tone, seemed to vaguely see two devil horns growing on his grandfather's head.

[Hiss! This guy did it on purpose!]

But what reason does Morty have to object?

If an adventure isn't exciting enough, can it even be called an adventure?

Let's go! Let's go!

Then, Grandpa took out a mobile phone, tapped a few times on the screen, and a spinning wheel appeared on the tablet screens in the hands of Sangmei and the other two.

"Alright, let's use a democratic system and decide by spinning the wheel!"

Without a tablet, Morty glanced at the options on the turntable and almost burst out laughing. All the options were to listen to Grandpa.

"Democracy my ass..."

Sangmei cursed and then directly said, "Since Morty gives you five adventures in exchange for one chance to make your own choice, shouldn't the three of us also have some autonomy in this group family adventure?"

You're always the one making the decisions, but look at the risky choice you've made this time. We're just here for a walk.

Why not have five people in the family, and for every five adventures, each person can choose one!

When Morty heard this, he almost burst out laughing. Did you think this guy was that arrogant old man from C137?

C137 is the kind of Rick who might say no, but will definitely take care of others when necessary, and he actually has friends like Birdman around him.

But our P850 Rick is a complete liar, a scheming guy who loves to cause trouble.

So you actually want to negotiate with this domineering old CEO? Believe me, he'll tie you up with a rope the next day.

Then, as you watch, he sits on a golden toilet with a wicked smile, saying to his own anus, "Come out yourself!"

This will leave you with a lifelong phobia of toilets!

But what Grandpa did next completely surprised Morty.

That bastard agreed!

After struggling for half a year, I finally got the chance to be a permanent resident in Moti, but then Sammy just asked and got it done.

WTF!