Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The group swallowed hard, put down their glasses, and walked towards Morty with smiles, surrounding him.

"I will be very gentle..."

"Would you mind trying something a little more exciting?"

Do you like big trucks?

Morty: "Why all the nonsense!"

The scene quickly descended into chaos.

Chapter 076 Showdown

the next day.

Wearing only his underwear, Morty sat on the sofa watching TV like a serene monk who had forgotten the ways of the world.

The blonde, Fanny, sat next to him with her legs spread wide in a bold posture, drinking beer and fiddling with a girl like a scoundrel, her hands never idle.

This made Morty somewhat understand the helplessness that girls sometimes feel.

The guy who can't keep his hands still must be having a blast.

But people who can't stay idle are really a bit of a headache.

Morty wanted to say something to Fanny...

Brother... Sister, stop! There's no Joe outside, only Jackie Chan!

How about we watch some TV and chat?

I'm not Morty from C137, so I'm not some kind of lower-body warrior. Are you trying to kill me young?

In just one day, Morty's cheeks had become somewhat sunken. He took out a cigarette from the table, lit it silently, and took a puff.

He used to be a non-smoker, so sometimes when he saw his grandfather smoking, he felt that his grandfather's hidden identity was probably that of a senior member of Rick's Fast Death Society.

Now he understands.

People who smoke don't smoke for the sake of smoking; they smoke simply to relieve their negative emotions.

After a day of feeling like he'd gotten a good deal, yet also feeling like he hadn't gotten anything at all, Morty had to rely on cigarettes to keep himself from having this complicated feeling.

Sigh, I wonder how they are doing.

I really am...

[It's only been four days of rest, and I already feel unwell all over.]

To ease his emotions, Morty even started thinking about his 'family'.

Although when I see them, especially Jerry, I feel like I want to stuff this loser into a cannon and launch him like a cannonball.

But he was far from home, and the people who had come with him were not by his side.

I suddenly feel a strange longing for them.

While thinking about it, Morty used the remote control to change the TV channel.

next second.

He nearly smashed the remote control in his hand onto the television.

Because Grandpa's face actually appeared on the TV screen!

Immediately afterwards, Grandpa's next words cleaved Morty's little bit of longing in two.

"Hello everyone, I'm Rick Sanchez. You haven't heard of me, and you don't know anything about me, but I'm standing before all of you to tell you one thing..."

"Starting today! Put on your trousers! Be a real man!"

"We men must stand up, raise our voices, and tell the world how we choose to live our own lives!"

"Everyone! This is a message for the whole world! If you are willing to rebel against this so-called world of women, then do everything you can to get to Lip City!"

"I'll be waiting for you here!"

When Grandpa's words and face disappeared from the television screen, Morty could feel the person next to him breathing more heavily.

Without spending much time guessing, Morty knew that Fanny was already angry.

Who told Grandpa's words to be a direct challenge to the very foundation of world domination?

This is absolutely the sounding of war!

"Fanny, please don't..."

"No, no! Your grandfather is really going too far! What does he want? For men to be COPs? For men to run the society? Don't be ridiculous! Besides washing clothes and cooking, all they're good for is being a pussy!"

Furious, Fanny got up and started dressing. She planned to rush to the police station immediately to discuss with her colleagues how to launch a surprise attack on Rick.

We must arrest that most troublesome old man before this matter causes a major mess!

Morty, who had originally intended to advise Fanny not to get involved, saw that she was almost ready, and after thinking for a moment, he swallowed the words that were swirling in his mouth.

Because... I can't possibly treat every girl I've had a relationship with as my wife, can I?

Morty, who was no longer so naive, did not feel that doing so was heartless.

On the contrary, someone might just want to play around with you, but you take it seriously. Isn't that a classic case of whoever takes it seriously first loses?

As a grown man, you have to be a little more dashing.

For example, sleeping in someone else's place, and then sleeping in the friend they slept with last time.

Based on his grandfather's public statement, Morty deduced that Fanny might not be back for the next few days, so he decided to make a run for it.

Let's find another place and continue to sacrifice our good looks!

While I'm at it, I'll also check what my own father is up to.

Grandpa has already started giving televised speeches, so Jerry probably hasn't managed to win over a single supporter yet, right?

So, after Fanny left, Morty used the landline at home to call one of her friends.

After expressing his desire to have some fun that night, Morty successfully obtained the address and then went out to see what the situation was like in this small town.

Because Fanny lives in a single-story bungalow in a community near the outskirts of the city, Morty can only get to the city center by bus.

When he slowly arrived here.

The peace and tranquility of Lip City had long been shattered by Rick's speech on television.

All COPs (Chief Operators) of the entire Lip City Police Department ended their leave; basically, everyone except those in the hospital with oxygen tubes was out on the streets participating in martial law.

After getting off the bus, Morty glanced at Fanny in the distance but didn't greet her.

It's because he secretly took more than fifty dollars from Fanny's house.

Having some money in hand, he found a nearby Bucket, ordered a coffee, and sat inside the floor-to-ceiling window to be a proper bystander.

As noon approached.

There were more people on the streets.

Men, in particular, are gathering in increasingly larger numbers.

The large number of men gathered together made the COPs in Lip City nervous.

Because these people were wearing trousers instead of short skirts, the beautiful sight that usually made them whistle incessantly was now less alluring.

On the contrary, such a large gathering suggests that a violent and bloody conflict is brewing.

Where's Grandpa? Why hasn't he, the main character, made his appearance yet?

Morty waited in the coffee shop for nearly three hours, and still hadn't seen his grandfather. He started to wonder if this whole thing was a trap for Jerry.

Is he trying to use bloodshed to smear COP?

Wait, Grandpa isn't planning on using violence this time, so does that mean we're going to have a nonviolent demonstration?

If these men showed any organization in this matter, wouldn't Grandpa just be making things difficult for himself?

Everyone knows that a group of rioters who only know how to smash, loot, and burn are not scary at all.

The truly terrifying type of opponent is one that is organized, led, and united from top to bottom.

As Morty's mind raced with thoughts, he saw Jerry, and upon seeing him...

Chapter 077 The result was that they just gave up.

"My brothers! Why did you choose this path that can never be completed!"

"We don't need to work this hard at all!"

"Think about it! If all our hard work is ultimately just to pay rent, mortgage, utilities, promotion pressure, cutthroat competition, holiday gifts, self-presentation, girlfriend protection, protecting her from harm, and guarding against rivals—a whole host of burdens—then all of this..."

"Is it just so that we can shoulder these heavy burdens?"

Although Jerry had gained some weight, he somehow acquired a very handsome suit and a slicked-back politician hairstyle, making him look like an elite politician straight out of a movie.

He looked quite presentable, but given Jerry's social skills, his knack for messing things up, and his job-seeking abilities, Morty felt he shouldn't have been able to procure such an expensive outfit for himself so quickly in a strange world...

And it originated from COP.

So with a little thought, Morty guessed that Jerry must have met with some feminist figures in the past day.

Considering his relationship with his maternal grandfather's son-in-law, and his demonstrated loyalty to the female-dominated world, the other party funded his image and launched him to compete with his maternal grandfather.

But choosing Jerry...

What are you really thinking?

From a third-party perspective, Morty could clearly see that every time Jerry uttered the word 'burden and responsibility,' the women behind him would darken their faces, until they were a riot of colors.

Jerry's words were indeed like the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, constantly inflicting fatal damage on the male side's morale.

Even Grandpa, who thought he had the upper hand, was caught off guard by his words.

The problem is...

This is an indiscriminate attack!

Morty and Grandpa never expected that this guy would dare to use a move that would kill eight hundred enemies but also lose ten thousand of his own!