"Man Rick, I'm not sure about this."

"Do I look like I give a shit, Morty?"

Rick began adjusting his portal gun.

"No but don't you, don't you think there's a-another option?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, Morty? You cost me al-almost $10,000 *uuurp* in damages. You fucked up the ship, you're fixing it."

"How exactly am I suppose to make that much money? L-like what jobs do I have to pick from?"

"None. You lost your right to choose when you ch-chose to crash *uuurp* the ship into the boarding house for underprivileged deaf alien scouts."

"Wh-what the hell, Rick?! You're acting like I, like I chose to do that man! I've had ni-nightmares about it every night since."

"Quit your bitching, Morty, you know that gets really annoying after awhile."

Rick continued scanning through dimensions until one caught his attention. He held the gun to his left and pulled the trigger releasing the green plasma against the wall of the garage. He grabbed Morty by his wrist and drug him behind him through the hole.

The portal lead to a dimension filled with vivid colors and Cirlce K's lining the streets.

"Why can't I just get a regular Earth job, Rick?"

"Yeah Morty like anywhere is gonna hire your, your ignorant 14 year old ass. You can't even fly a fucking space ship right. I brought you to a dimension filled with Earth-like jobs, what else *uurp* could you want?"

Morty stayed silent, looking at his shoes. He attempted to ignore the hurtful truth that Rick had totally just threw at him out of nowhere, son.

"Morty, did you have any idea that Cirle K's where actually *uurp* founded by- by aliens? Ya know, just like the Great Pyramids and, and African Slave Trade?"

They walked further down the metallic sidewalk, passing emotionless Jyzone natives with their oily purple skin and like 8 extra thumbs. They stood in front of one of the many convienence stores. It blended in with the ones around it, nothing different just the same window signs and visible gas station good.

"C'mon Morty. I know a guy here."

Morty followed his grandpa, knowing that is could not end well. He could already tell that this "simple job" would result in the usual physical pain he endured on adventures: laser gun shots to the hand, shoving spiked seeds up his ass, or even being forced to bury his own dead body... again. But he knew there was no backing out, so he reluctantly followed Rick into the back room of the store, the sign on the door reading "Hóđg eňpde īķā" which roughly translates to "No motherfuckers without name tags through this door" in Earth english.

Morty sighed as Rick addressed the fattest Jyzone inhabitant he'd seen.

"What's up you *uurp* you fat fuck? How's it going?"

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So I guess that's all for this chapter. I really hope the next one can consist of less dialogue because I don't feel like a story should have this much. But I'm confident that this is a pretty good opening. And please give your opinion on the burps and stutters because I like them but I don't know if it takes away from anything or if it just seems unnecessary. I was attempting to write both characters very much like themselves and I felt like those details added to them a bit. Any way please give me some feedback and tell what you would like to see it future chapters. Thanks for reading!

~CapnChrissy