It was 2 o'clock and Rick was still working on his dumb science gadget, Morty had had enough of it, the noises coming out of the damn garage was going to make him insane.. He had been up for 48 hours straight already thanks to his Grandpa, he wasn't about to make it 72. His bloodshot eyes through the covers off of himself and he dragged himself down the hallway to the garage door, the sounds within barely being concealed by the wooden door in front of him.

He stepped inside and was staring at Rick who was melting together some pieces on his gadget, sparks flying out all around him.

"Rick." Morty said. The sound of the blow torch on the metal concealed his quiet voice. "Rick!" He said a little louder. Still nothing…

"DICK!" Morty yelled as loud as he could. Finally, the torch went silent, Rick flipped his mask up to reveal an enraged Morty staring back at him.

"Did you say somethin'? I'm pretty sure I just heard someone yell my stripper name."

"Yeah I did say something. And It's not just your stripper name it accurately describes what you really are. DICK. Now will you please do this tomorrow so I can get some sleep?" Morty's angry rant finally ended. An amused but also bored Rick stood in front of him.

"Yeah whatever you say pal. I'll let you get some sleep." And much to Morty's belief, Rick began taking off his welding gear. Morty let out a sigh of accomplishment and headed back to his room. Finally… sleep.

When Morty woke up in the morning, the first thing his eyes saw as they stared up at the ceiling above his bed to find a giant poster of a dick glued to it. He sat up in bed in shock. Looking around his room, he realized that every part of his wall was covered with at least some picture of a dick.

That son of a bitch.

"DICK!" Morty yelled. But instead of Rick showing up at the door, Jerry did.

"Honey, uh… Rick's told us you've been having some… interesting… sexual fantasies in your dreams, but could you keep it down? It makes it hard to watch Ball Fondlers when you're yelling that at 8 in the morning."

Steam should've been coming out of Morty's ears but instead, his face was turning a deep apple red and his eyes got as big and round as the moon. He pulled his blanket over his head and tried to disappear into the mattress. He was never going to live this down.