"What are you in for?" a very large, teal alien once asked.
"Everything," I said plainly.
Yup, that was the only conversation I have had while in this fucking hellhole of a prison. Man, It's brutal. The Intergalactic Government has been on my ass for over forty years, and as soon as I turned myself in they beat the shit outta me, and threw me into these shitty trash bags they call a "prison uniform".
It's quiet in here, torturously quiet. No one is allowed to speak, and no one dares to. Because if they're caught they get killed on the spot. Now all the sound thats left is the occasional whirr of machines, and the growling of my pitiful stomach. They don't feed you here, all they do is inject a serum into you once a week that keeps you alive.
Still, I don't give two shits about those things. The only thing I want is Morty, and my family. Sometimes, I wish that they would just stop giving me the injections and just let me die. I have no purpose to live anymore. Zilch, nada. Morty probably hates me forever now for leaving them, and I don't blame him. I hate myself more than I hate anybody, so why shouldn't he.
"I'm sorry, Morty," I say aloud into the abyss of criminals stuck in cages. I can feel tears build up in my eyes, as my face becomes soaked with them, 'God, I'm so FUCKING SORRY MORTY!"
I should have never left them! I should have never had that fucking party! I should have never acted as selfish as I did! I should have never even been born.
The mechanical whirr of the prison cell opening breaks me ou of my trance, as an officer hops on a platform, floats over to my cell and breaks me free.
"Rick Sanchez of Earth dimention c-137, I am taking you to the brainaliser,"
Its show time baby!