Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"No! Her legs are thick! In order to present herself in a beautiful image, she decided to wear long pants to cover up the problem of her thick legs!"

"Look! Her leggings say it all!"

Sang Mei: "Grandpa, there's no need for people from the other world to know I have thick legs..."

Sangmei, who nearly attacked COP on the spot and attempted suicide, rushed outside and never returned. At first, she thought that her grandfather and the others had abandoned her.

Now it seems they're up to something!

Sangmei, who was familiar with this rhythm, knew that she should go do her own thing first, and wait for these restless men to finish their business before heading back.

All I want right now is the broad, warm chest of a puppy to comfort my incredibly wounded heart!

After Sammy left, Morty, who was already wearing a bitter face in the police station, was heading towards a double-bitter face.

Because Grandpa has completely had a blast.

Upon entering the police station, before even a body search had begun, this seemingly frail old man, who could kill a whale with a single punch, was already there.

He shoved aside the COP next to him, jumped onto the desk, and began to preach the bizarre ideas he had come up with on the way.

"Brothers! My brothers! Sitting in front of your computer screens! Typing on the keyboard day after day! Importing data into your computers!"

"It's time to awaken!"

"Have you ever wondered why, even though you are stronger and more powerful than women, you have to do the safest, yet most boring, job?"

Morty: "If I didn't lack the teleportation gun, I would definitely kick you back, you old geezer..."

Jerry: "Morty, I'm so scared... what if they hit us...?"

He glared at the jerk who had caused the COP, and finally remembered to ask Morty the important question. He immediately asked Jerry, "What exactly happened after you two left the restaurant?"

Mentioning this, the timid Jerry lowered his head, not daring to look at Morty, looking extremely frightened, which made Morty's heart flare up.

Grandpa's meddling here is already quite annoying.

This nominal biological father perfectly embodies the term "loser among men."

Let's not talk about heroic deeds or machismo.

Even in a normal, ordinary conversation, you act so timid and cowardly, as if you're afraid of your son.

Who do you think you are as a father?!

"Jesus! Jerry! You are perfectly suited for this world!"

"They need a man like you."

"Worried, afraid of trouble, and even afraid to speak, you are truly a loser among losers!"

After Morty finished mocking Jerry, he walked towards his grandfather, trying to pull the old man down.

Jerry suddenly looked up.

This middle-aged loser had red eyes, filled with tears of sorrow, but even a paramecium has its bottom line.

The sarcasm and insults he had received from Beth, Sammy, and Rick had already deeply wounded his heart.

Only Morty rarely speaks ill of him.

Of course, he also knew that Morty was just too lazy to talk, and even a blind man could feel the contempt in his eyes.

But these words today can be considered the last straw that broke the camel's back.

A man who has lived for over forty years is not only unemployed, but also faces the contempt of this family from morning till night every time he opens his eyes.

Jerry has been holding it in for a long time!

Now even his son openly looks down on him!

【I'm just worried, I'm just afraid of trouble, so what?!】

【You guys love creating conflict and being confrontational, but I've never said anything like that to you!!!】

If that's the case, then I'll support them!

So Jerry stood up and jumped onto another desk, startling the male clerk.

Then Jerry started yelling, "Rick! You indecent scoundrel! Stop spouting those clichés nobody wants to hear!"

"Men rebelling against women?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

Why do men have to struggle outside? Why do they have to charge into battle? Why do they have to compete and fight with others?

"Why can't they just dress up nicely every day, have a cup of coffee and some desserts, meet up with a few buddies, and spend their day like that?"

Why should men suffer?

"Me!" Jerry suddenly paused. "I support men submitting to women! We men shouldn't resist! We think the current situation is great! There's no need to change anything!!!"

Seeing Jerry suddenly get into a tirade and start arguing with his grandfather, Morty felt a sense of helplessness, because he knew that Jerry's antics...

Grandpa will inevitably become interested in suppressing Jerry.

Not only will you not be able to go back today, but you might not be able to go back for the next few days either...

Because his Jerry wasn't some weakling Jerry at all.

He is...

Chapter 074 Loser Jerry

"You're quite the talker! Now! Behave yourself!"

The verbal sparring between the son-in-law and father-in-law lasted less than five minutes before being pulled down by the combined efforts of the entire police department's COP.

Three people lined up for a photo and a body search.

Grandpa went first.

With a serious and resolute expression, he looked as if he were going to the execution ground.

Standing in front of him, COP, who was about to take a picture, almost thought that what was on the table was not a camera, but an automatic rifle.

"That old geezer is really strange..."

COP muttered something, quickly took the photos, and immediately had Grandpa undergo a body search to ensure he wasn't carrying anything strange into the police station.

Having prepared in advance, and even snatched the job from several colleagues, the overweight COP struggled to stuff her chubby hands into rubber gloves.

That generous portion size would definitely earn it praise from foodies as a conscientious company if it were a certain brand of potato chips or beef jerky.

When her grandfather came in front of her, she stretched out her right hand and ordered him to take off his clothes. She then ordered him to bend over with his back to her and finally coughed a few times.

"boring"

Grandpa said something expressionlessly, then obediently bent over and coughed.

After confirming that Grandpa wasn't carrying any dangerous items, it was Jerry's turn.

Having finally hit rock bottom and rebounded, he not only exuded an aura of dominance, but his piercing eyes were also brimming with wisdom.

This remarkable demeanor made Morty realize that Jerry was not far from having his memories extracted...

In the memory jar left by his grandfather, he recovered a memory of Jerry's outburst, a scene that sent blood pressure soaring...

It's not about how powerful Jerry is after his awakening!

Rather, after he awakens, his ability to do evil will increase exponentially.

Breaking a TV, accidentally knocking over a piece of ceramic, or even falling into a river while ice skating—aren't these enough to send an ordinary person's blood pressure soaring?

The awakened version of Jerry can be even stronger.

For example, breaking a compressed energy cube in Grandpa's underground base nearly wiped the state of Coronado off the face of the earth...

For example, when Grandpa was running an errand for someone and his stomach was a little upset, he went to the toilet and left a porcelain vase, which symbolized a certain bond between the two civilizations, in the garage.

This brat, just because his dishwasher was broken and he refused to finish washing it, used this thing to store cereal and milk...

Ultimately, this led to both civilizations causing trouble for Grandpa.

And for example...

Morty: "I can't... I can't think about it anymore... I don't want to have high blood pressure at such a young age..."

After reaching a consensus with his grandfather on how to suppress Jerry.

Next up was Morty.

He passed through the photo session quickly, but when it came to the body search, Morty saw that it was a female COP. He put his right hand in front of him and said righteously, "Since I am not yet a minor, I can refuse a body search by a woman."

The COPs exchanged glances, each inwardly grumbling about Morty, and had no choice but to bring in the male clerk outside to help.

After the search was completed, Morty entered the detention cell.

In the cell specially prepared for the three of them, Grandpa and Jerry had already sat down.

One on the left, one on the right.

One that supports men's freedom of dress.

An organization that unconditionally supports men's dependence on women.

As a non-partisan individual, Morty naturally wouldn't choose to sit on either side, but instead sat directly in the middle.

"Alright, you two, one of you is almost old enough to marry off your granddaughter, and the other's son will be an adult in four years."

"Can't you be a little more mature?"

Morty's words made Jerry shift his gaze from his grandfather's.

The next second, Grandpa, like a child, clapped his hands and cheered for himself, saying, "Ha! You looked away! You lost!"

"Fuck! Morty! Why are you suddenly talking to me?" Jerry said, looking annoyed.

Morty: "..."

If Morty had a gun or a knife right now, he would pull it out and threaten Jerry to bring that jerk to his senses.

But there really wasn't one, and the unspoken rules of this adventure seemed to have been set invisibly under the deliberate manipulation of Grandpa.

Violence should never be used unless absolutely necessary.