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Rick took a long swig from a flask that smelled like burnt ozone. "That’s the point, Morty. You think people live in a desert-hellscape because the real estate is cheap? No, they do it because when a guy with a chainsaw for a hand is trying to graft your skin onto a kite, you don’t have time to wonder why your dad is living in a motel eating cold beans."

As the portal closed, Rick looked back at Hemorrhage. "By the way, the cobbler didn't kill your mom. It was a giant space-squid. I was there. It was hilarious." Rick_e_morty_s03e02

Rick handed Morty a jagged piece of scrap metal. "Now, hold this. We’re going to build a localized time-dilator so we can spend six months here in the next twenty minutes. I need a vacation from your mother’s 'healing' wine nights." Rick took a long swig from a flask

"You seek to leave the Great Nothing?" Hemorrhage asked, his voice a gravelly rumble. No, they do it because when a guy

But Summer walked up then, her face smeared with engine grease and blood. She looked at the portal, then at the desolate horizon. "I'm not going back, Rick. Here, if I’m angry, I can just throw a spear at someone. At home, I have to 'use my words' while Mom cries into a glass of Chardonnay. I like the spears better."

Rick sighed, actually looking at his grandkids for a second. "Look, the wasteland is fun for a weekend, but the novelty wears off when you realize there’s no Wi-Fi and the only thing to read is 'The Book of Vengeance.' We’re going home, we’re going to be miserable, and we’re going to pretend we’re fine. That’s what family is."