Okay, yeah I'm aware that Rick is out of character…way out of character.
Chapter 3
"And then Candy was all 'Oh Mabel is dumb' in Japanese like I wouldn't understand," Mabel said to Summer; the two had discovered that they liked gossiping the past few minutes, they had finished their chores not long ago and had just been talking to pass the time. "Oh wow." Summer said as she listened and hummed a little. "That's not nice." She said, so far liking this girl; she wasn't someone that Summer would typically hang out with at home, but Mabel was pretty cool.
"Yeah, but we worked it out later," Mabel replied, it had been a little fight that the two had, but it didn't last long, the girls could never be mad at each other for very long.
"She seems like a good friend despite your little fight." Summer smiled as she sat back and looked at the cheerful girl before her, it was interesting to hear about all the adventures she had while here in Gravity Falls. If she were an average person, and that had long gone out the window once their grandfather had entered the picture, then it would all seem too unbelievable. The strawberry blond had forgotten about normalcy once she and Morty started going on adventure after adventure; it was so much better than being at home with mom and dad.
Home life wasn't all that great; mom barely cared about anything and dad was just manipulative and always wanted someone to feel sorry for his lazy unemployed ass. Everything about the home was way too toxic for her and Morty, and if she were honest, being home wasn't suitable for her brother when it came to the depression he was going through.
"Yeah, her and Grenda are my besties!" Mabel said, interrupting Summer's thoughts and she hummed at that before talking once more. "That's awesome…my friend turned out just to be using me to get my grandpa and his friends. She was getting married to Grandpa Rick's friend, Bird Person but it turned out it was to catch Rick and them. Tammy ended up killing Bird Person." She said and smiled a little as she looked at Mabel. "I've made some other friends since then though, they're nice."
Now that Summer had thought about the whole thing properly, and it wasn't the best decision to use the Meeseeks to try and become a popular kid. It hadn't been a great idea in hindsight, and she still beats herself up about it sometimes too, but then again, she had been a stupid teenager back then, and teenagers did crazy shit sometimes.
"Wow…that's heavy," Mabel said. "I once had a boyfriend who turned out to be like three gnomes in a trenchcoat who wanted to marry all one-thousand of them."
Summer stared at her in almost disbelief, but then again it wasn't like her life was precisely typical, so it wasn't the oddest thing she had ever heard if she were honest with herself. "Oh, my god…that's crazy." She said, giving a small chuckle.
Mabel smiled. "Yeah, and that was just my first day here! We've been on tons of adventures here since then." She replied.
Giving a small nod, Summer hummed with a little smile. "Grandpa Rick takes me on some adventures, but he doesn't take me on as many as he does Morty. Not that I mind or anything, but the ones I've been on have been pretty cool." Honestly though, most of the time she only went to get away from her parents, if it wasn't an adventure she always hung out with a few friends for a few days.
"We can take you to see dinosaurs!" Mabel offered.
Summer was taken aback at that. "Wait…dinosaurs?" She asked.
A laugh escaped the brunette girl in response before she gave her reply. "Yeah, me and Grunkle Stan killed one before it tried to eat Waddles!"
"Oh wow…" Summer said, and the other girl nodded, setting up her things. "Which side of the bed do you want?" She asked as Summer looked at the bed, thinking about it for a moment before speaking up. "I can take the right side." She decided.
"Fine by me!" Mabel replied before flopping down on the bed happily as the blond laid down beside her. "This place is pretty cool."
Mabel smiled as she turned over and looked at Summer. "Yeah, it is…I hope you guys keep visiting even when you have to go home." She said, liking her new friends. Morty's behavior was a little worrisome, but hopefully, he would feel better at some point, and Summer was pretty nice and easy to get along with so far it seemed. "Oh yeah, if not, we'll just keep begging Grandpa Rick till he breaks and just has to take us." She smirked, knowing her grandfather would eventually have to cave when they annoyed the hell out of him.
Their grandfather had been far less rapacious the past couple of years, and Summer had suspected it had mostly to do with Morty. Her brother had been more depressed in the past few years, and it was kind of scary.
"Yay!" Mabel said happily. "Wonder what's for dinner…"
"Well, we could go downstairs and see if they're making anything." Summer suggested, earning a nod from the younger girl.
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"Ford, you don't put cinnamon on steak." Bill teased, sure enough, the pepper shaker had 'magically' turned into cinnamon, making Ford stop, taking a look at the shaker in his hand. His eyes then landed on the triangle demon on his shoulder. "Bill, stop." He said, getting a little annoyed that their food was starting to turn into a playground for Bill to mess around.
"Honestly, that does sound kind of like it might be interesting; I think you might be on to something," Rick said, getting up from the kitchen table and going over to lean on the counter. "Cinnamon steak might be interesting."
Ford looked at Rick like he had a new head, not quite sure what to make of the man that his brother had a bit of a past with. He was odd and seemed to have more of a grasp on certain things, more than he did. Not to mention, this man was slightly drunk, reaching for a flask every once in a while and slurring some of his words, it was a miracle if this guy got things done at all. "You are odd…" Those words were all he added.
A scoff escaped the grey-haired man as he looked at Ford. "As if any of us are normal at this point." He said, smirking a little as he took a drink from his flask before setting it in the pocket of his lab coat.
"Hm…he's weird, I like him. Continue with the cinnamon!" The demon said, kicking his legs on Ford's shoulders; he was kind of cute when he stayed small like this. "Oh my god…" Ford sighed as he gave in, sprinkling the cinnamon onto the steak and Rick hummed in response, crossing his arms as Dipper came in. "Oh wow, Dinner smells interesting." He said as he came in.
"Cinnamon steak, trying something new," Rick said, and Bill nodded. "Yeah, fun."
Stan walked into the room a moment later and went to set a bunch of trash in the trashcan. "The room is ready for you to sleep in Rick." He said, dusting his hands off, the room had been a massive mess as it had been a very long time since he had even cleaned it out.
Ford looked at the trash and gave a little tsk sound. "Your room was very messy…" He said, but he had to admit he was glad that his brother had finally gotten around to taking care of the enormous mess that was in his room, even if it was to let his apparently ex-lover stay in the bedroom. At least, ex-lover was the vibe he was getting here, especially with how Stan was acting and Rick too, even if his actions were subtle, there was a lot of hurt between them, and it was evident.
Rick nodded at Stan's words as he went to sit at the table. "Alright." He replied as Stan stuck his tongue out at his brother, giving a little huff. "I live how I want." He replied.
"My room isn't exactly the picture of clean either," Rick replied.
"I bet, don't break any of my stuff again; last time was expensive," Stan said lightly, though it was a miserable reminder of their past together before Rick had disappeared on him. Watching from Ford's shoulder, Bill paid attention to ever interaction going around him, everything he learned was for future ammo that he planned to use against them once he got the chance. So, he kept an eye on everything going on around him so that he could use it at some point.
"I'll be good," Rick assured him.
"Good, why does it smell like cinnamon? Do we have a pie?" Stan asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
"Bill replaced the pepper with cinnamon." Ford sighed. "And Rick decided to just go with it, so we're having cinnamon steak."
"Ew…okay then," Stan said as he sat down at the table beside Rick. "The boys make it back yet?" He asked, thought the sound of the front door opening could be heard, meaning they had just gotten back. "Yep," Rick replied as Dipper and Morty walked into the kitchen.
"You guys are both losers for giving up on the contest, the girls get the room," Stan informed them causing the demon to give a little snort. "Oh, no…how terrible." He teased.
Dipper shrugged as he went to go sit down at the table, winning the contest didn't matter all that much to him in the end anyway, but at least someone won the room. He was just glad to make a new friend, and Morty seemed like a pretty good guy aside from his general anxiety. It was apparent he had some depression, but that didn't matter; he hoped he could help him feel better though. "Damn, maybe next time." He said as Morty went to sit beside Rick, excitement playing on his features.
"Aw jeez…but Rick! They have gnomes here! Like little gnomes!" Morty said holding up his arms to show him the size of the creatures they had come across in the woods. This place was so cool, and if Morty were honest, this was one of their better adventures, even if a demon trying to take over their dimension had been the start of the whole thing.
"You met the gnomes huh?" Rick asked.
"Yes!" He replied with a grin.
"You'll see a lot of them; they dig through the trash all the time and steal sweets," Stan replied.
"Annoying little fuckers sometimes," Rick replied.
"Especially when they get dead set on marrying your niece every summer," Stan said, rolling his eyes.
"I thought they were a zombie at first…" Dipper admitted, and Rick snorted, chuckling a little.
"Scared of leaf blowers though," Stan said.
Rick nodded at that, smirking a little. "At least you found a weakness." Morty nodded as he looked to his grandfather, biting his lip as he was starting to feel a little nervous as he rubbed his arm a little. "Can I explore more with Dipper, Rick?" He asked, hoping that he could look around more with his new friend; Morty liked it here so far and hoped that if he got to choose an adventure again, they could go to this place.
"Sure, go ahead," Rick replied as Morty broke out in a smile, the anxious kid seemed excited at the prospect of being able to explore the place more, beaming as he couldn't wait to go exploring more. "Besides, we're going to be here a few days so you might as well explore more. Gravity Falls has always been a place of strange activity." He said, earning a nod from Morty as the girls walked into the kitchen. "We need a bigger table." Mabel huffed.
"Why don't you kids eat in the TV room?" Stan said after a moment, it wouldn't be so crowded at the table which only seated four. They had plenty of trays that they could use for watching TV while eating dinner though. "Sure," Dipper replied as he got up and went to go retrieve the TV trays as Bill used his magic to help ford divide up the food.
Rick got up from the table and went to retrieve the plates out of the cabinet, putting them out on the table as Dipper came back into the kitchen to grab a plate for himself. "You guys want to watch a movie?" He asked as Summer, and the others followed him into the living room with their food. "Movie!" Mabel yelled over and over in excitement as she went after him.
Stan sighed as he cracked open a soda and hummed a little. "She's got a lot of energy." He said.
"You're telling me. You have no idea how much magic it took keeping her energetic self in the prison bubble. I didn't even know humans had such vast energetic whims. That was one of my best prisons, but it wasn't very energy efficient." Bill said as Rick hummed, picking up his knife and fork, cutting up his steak before taking a bite of a piece. "I'm sure it took a lot." He replied.
"Yeah, it would have worked too if Dipper weren't so persistent, though, in hindsight, I should have just given him a bubble of his own to be in." Bill hummed.
"Glad that didn't happen," Ford said as he took a bite of his food. "Mm…this does taste pretty good." He said, having had his doubts about how this would taste with cinnamon sprinkled onto the steak instead of pepper, but it did taste good.
Bill snorted. "A war was fought over this spice, of course, it's good." He said, stealing a few bites from Ford's plate with his magic. The triangle's eye turned into a mouth as he devoured the food and Stan thought it was gross as he watched as sharp teeth where his eye had been, ate the meat. Luckily it seemed Rick had the same thoughts, though he worded them out loud. "So weird, you eat with your eye?" He asked.
"Well yeah, and you're weird. You eat with your mouth." Bill replied. "I could make a human form, but it would be so glorious that you flesh bags wouldn't stop worshipping it." The demon bragged, and Rick rolled his eyes. "You mean like a god? No thanks." He replied.
"Well, wouldn't be the first time in this house, right Fordsie?" Bill elbowed the man's neck teasingly causing a slight blush to dust Ford's features as he took a bite of his food. "This is not the time, Bill." He said with a little groan as his brother made a disgusted sound. He hadn't told his brother much of his interactions with Bill, yes they used to be lovers, but that had been before he realized the demon was tricking him.
"That's gross," Stan said, making a disgusted face as the demon summoned a martini glass, giving it a small drink. "Aw…fine." He huffed.
Once Stan had finished his food he put his dish in the sink before turning to the other two in the room. "So, what are we going to do with the rest of the night?" He asked after a moment, admittedly a little nervous considering his ex-lover was in his home and staying for a while. It just seemed so surreal as he hadn't expected this turn of events even to happen. "Well." Said ex-lover said as he finished his food. "We have a lot to catch up on, so I suppose we can talk," Rick suggested, looking at him.
"That works," Stan replied, there was a lot that he was curious about, especially after Rick had left like he did and didn't help him with the portal like he had asked, no…begged him to do. It didn't help that they had a bit of an argument before all of that though, and in all honesty, Stan didn't blame him for leaving back then though as he had been hung up on the love for his brother that he shouldn't have even felt.
Not to mention that back then, Rick didn't do the family thing and he didn't know the ins and outs of all that shit, but he knew Rick had some hang-ups on how family meant very little to him back then. Rick had even asked him to go traveling with him back then, but he had refused since he didn't want to leave Ford behind. As much fun as he was sure they would have off the planet, it just hadn't been something he could do back then and live guilt free while his brother was stuck somewhere in god knew where. "So, when did you finally go home?" He asked, knowing the other had left his family, though he didn't know the ins and outs of the whole thing as Rick had been pretty tight-lipped about his family life.
Stan knew he had a daughter and some grandkids, but nothing else. A sigh escaped the beanpole of a man. "Well, I finally went home when my grandson turned twelve…so it's been about eight, maybe nine years." He said, thinking. Admittedly he had been traveling a while after leaving Stan to fend for himself on matters, and it had taken him some time before he started to feel lonely and the thought of family was worming its way into his heart.
"Heh, sure took your time with that, but I'm glad you made it at least. The kids were twelve when I rescued Ford too." Stan said, all that time spent alone in the basement selling lies by day, working hard by night had finally paid off in the end. He had gotten his brother back after thirty years of trying hard to get the portal up and working. Things had worked out nicely, both of them going on adventures every time summer had ended and coming home just before the twins came to spend the summer with them.
Nodding, Rick looked at Stan. "At least you weren't alone for long." He said, glad that the other had some company, even if it had been a long time until any company had yet to come to him. After so much thought, it had hit him, how much he hated leaving Stan as he had.
"Yeah, that part sucked, but it got better," Stan said, waving his hand in a so-so motion before their talk was suddenly interrupted by the demon who stared at the both of them curiously, their interactions with each other making the yellow triangle all the more curious. "So, what are you guys exactly?" He asked after a moment.
A small hum escaped Rick as he sat back in his chair. "Strangers, friends…lovers." He said.
Ford hummed, nodding a little as he had seen their interactions thus far, it all made sense.
"Heh, yeah…something like that. We met while I was uh…taking a small break from portal work." Stan said, not wanting to admit that he had met Rick at a gay bar, it was so stupid to think about right now.
"How long were you two together?" Bill asked.
"Man, aren't you a curious triangle demon tonight," Stan said, eying the demon suspiciously.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I find intrigue in one of the three people who like you, Stan. I almost felt sorry for you think there were only two people in the world who could stand you." Bill replied with a small huff. "For a while, if you must know an answer," Rick replied, being vague about the whole thing as Stan started counting on his fingers, obviously a little annoyed about what Bill had just said.
"Hey, more than two people like me, even with Rick gone there are at least three, five if you count Soos and Wendy," Stan stated, narrowing his eyes at the demon who just rolled his eye and hummed.
"Keep telling yourself that. But that's okay; I'm down to a total of numero uno. Just me on the liking scale." Bill giggled a little.
Ford shook his head and sighed as he watched the two, and he had to admit that he was curious about how this man and his brother had met. "Anyway." He said after a moment as he looked at his brother and Rick curiously. "How did you and my brother meet?" He asked as Rick took a sip of his coffee, taking a moment before deciding to answer.
It took Rick only a moment to come up with a decent lie, and if he were honest, it sounded way better than saying that he and Stan had met at a gay bar. They didn't need to know that detail, and he very much doubted that Stan wanted them to be aware that he had gone to a bar and invited a random man into his home. "My portal gun took me here instead of where I intended to go. I ended up smack dab in the middle of the living room of the shack."
Stan snorted a little. "Yeah, scared the hell out of me when I found this random lost man in my house. We bonded over a few drinks, and I let him stay on the couch. At least until he smooth talked his way into my bed." He said, and Bill's eye narrowed as he watched them, these were lies. Not bothering to bring up that fact as Ford wasn't buying the lie; he just nodded, not wanting to push on the point. If his brother and Rick didn't want to talk about it, then he wasn't going to push the matter any further.
"Well, Rick stuck around for a month or two…but uh, being here cramped his style and he needed to go." He said, rubbing his arm awkwardly as he hated thinking about the whole thing that had transpired between the both of them. Truthfully though, they had been together for a lot longer than that, pulling a few scams and crimes here and there throughout the states while he took his break from the portal. "Now that's barely a story Fez! Give us more details!" Bill grinned, devouring the apparent emotional pain that was radiating off the younger of the twins.
Rick rolled his eyes. "Didn't cramp my style…there was just some stuff I had to sort through." He said, having been a little emotionally stunted like hell back then, more so than he was these days. Love had been something that he didn't want to feel; it had been something he had reserved for Dian when she was alive, and while Rick was with Stan he could feel that same emotion coming forward. In a way, the thought that he was falling for someone in that same way was terrifying, and he had to leave for a while, especially after everything that had happened before he ended up here in Gravity Falls to try and forget things. "It was horrible timing…" Rick added after a moment.
"Yep," Stan replied. "Well, that's enough story time for me. Think I'm gonna shower and then go to sleep." He said as he got up and looked over to Rick. "It's nice to see you again Rick. See you all tomorrow." He said before leaving the room.
Bill giggled once he was gone. "Oh man, whatever you two did must have been epic. I think he's going to cry." The demon practically disliked Stan, and his suffering just pleased him to no end. "Fuck off." Ford and Rick said in unison before Rick rubbed his forehead with a small sigh, of all the relationships he had fucked up on…this had been the hardest.
"Sorry Ford, I don't do that alone." He chuckled, floating up. "But I can leave and cause havoc elsewhere I suppose." He hummed, wondering if Dipper was still ashamed of singing Disco Girl. Once he was in the living room, he saw the kids were all watching a black and white movie. "Dinner with the others getting boring?" Dipper asked when he noticed the demon had come into the room.
"More like I was kicked out."
"Imagine that," Mabel replied.
Dipper hummed as he went back to watching the movie. "Wonder why." He said, sarcastically.
"Well, I may have pried for a bit of Rick and Fez's backstory and made Fez cry," Bill said, shrugging a little.
This information caught everyone's attention as they all turned away from the movie and looked to Bill. "What?" Mabel asked, frowning at the thought of their Grunkle Stan crying, it made Mabel a little upset and worried for him.
"Dammit Bill…" Dipper sighed, getting a little annoyed with the demon.
"That's horrible!" Mable said, upset and Morty sighed, shaking his head. "It's not surprising; Rick generally ruins all of his relationships," Morty said, not sugarcoating it in the least as he knew how his grandfather was. The man generally acted like most people were too dumb for him or they were just a bother to him at times; it was kind of ridiculous but in a way it was Rick all over. At this news, Dipper paused the movie they were watching and looked at them. "Okay…so, should we be concerned if they start a relationship up again?" He asked, not wanting their Grunkle to be hurt further than he already had before.
"Probably…" Morty hummed. "I love Rick, but…he's an acquired taste honestly." He said as Bill paid attention to the whole conversation, this was all such juicy information that he certainly wasn't going to pass up the chance to eventually use to his liking. The blond girl sighed a little as she looked at her brother. "But I mean, just because it didn't work out with all his other relationships, doesn't mean things can't work out for him now. I mean, at least this time it's not a hive mind that controls a whole alien race. If you recall, it was a fucking disaster."
Boy, had it been a disaster after Unity had broken up with Rick; he had hidden in the garage for almost a week, stinking of alcohol and slight body odor as he worked on little things. It had been easy to tell the man had been depressed for a while and hadn't asked them to go on adventures for a few days, but it wasn't like Summer or Morty blamed him, love did weird things to people.
"True, anything is possible," Morty said, humming a little.
The demon watched them a moment before a thought hit him suddenly, and he was just interested in the whole thing. Finding things out could help in ruining Stan or Rick, and he wanted to see how much he could upset the entire household. "Maybe things would work out better if we understood why they fell apart." He suggested, oh this was just so fun. Bill could mess some things up once he got into these things and fucked with their issues. "Mabel, aren't you a super matchmaker?" He asked, looking to the girl who frowned and gave him a suspicious look. "I am, but what do you get out of this Bill?" She asked.
Inwardly, Bill smirked as he looked at Mabel and the others who weren't too sure about Bill's true intentions with this whole thing. "I'm supposed to be a good guy now, right?" He asked as if it was apparent, and he at least was trying to play the part, but he guessed he couldn't blame them for being suspicious of his plans. The demon looked to Dipper who gave a scoff in reply. "Still doesn't stop us from being suspicious." He replied.
A light chuckle escaped him. "Oh, you have every right!" He said brightly. "It's not like I haven't threatened and attempted to destroy you multiple times." He giggled.
"Not to mention, this could end up being something you use against them," Dipper said, sitting back in the chair.
"It already is, Pine Tree, how much worse can it get?" Bill asked
"Of course…" Dipper sighed.
"Hey, hey. Here, how about this, I'm trying to get back in Ford's pants and wrecking Stanley is so not going to get me there. So there, that collateral enough to let me help?" Of course, he was probably going to wreck Stanley anyway, but he had to gain their trust for all of that.
Summer looked up from her phone briefly. "Oh my god…" She said, rolling her eyes and Dipper sighed. "I guess we can figure out this mystery somehow." He said though he trusted Bill as far as he could throw him.
Mabel looked at him confused. "But…you're a triangle." She said, not sure how he could even do anything sexual with their uncle ford in the first place, how the hell did that even work?
Bill shrugged, rolling his eye as he looked at them as if it were some public knowledge for which could be available to anyone who was around. "Shapeshifting triangle, though we've done it in this form too…you never know how many ways-" He didn't get to finish before Mabel held up her hands and yelled. "Stop! Just stop; no one wants to hear this!" She said, pushing him away. "Fine, you're in. Just please shut up!" She said, not wanting to hear any more of this.
"Didn't need a visual…" Summer said as Dipper rubbed his eyes, really not happy about the visual either.
Morty shrugged as he sat up, used to things like this by now. "It's not that terrible; there are worse rituals in the universe." He said, knowing that some aliens had some very messed up sexual rituals, as well as other things that were way worse. The demon wrapped his arm around Morty a moment later. "See, Insecurity here gets it!"
Dipper shook his head as Morty backed away. "Don't call me that; the name is Morty."
"Sure, sure. Morty." Bill said with disinterest as Dipper glared at him. "be nice to our guests." He said as Summer rubbed her brother's back, knowing he had some terrible insecurities, it made her made that the demon was playing on that.
Bill sighed and crossed his arms as he looked at them. "Alright, I'll call him Morty." He said, sitting between them. "So, what now?" He asked, excited as it felt nice to be a part of something again.
Dipper shrugged. "Well, you could watch a movie with us." He suggested.
"Fine, I suppose I can do that." The triangle replied as Dipper started the movie back up and he watched it with a bored expression, though the gore was a nice change of pace at least.
"I miss interdimensional cable," Morty said after a moment and Dipper looked over at him curiously. "What's that?"
"It's this thing Rick has that lets you watch TV from across the multiverse; it's so cool," Morty replied, it was one of the things that made him not so anxious when he was with his grandfather, not to mention they had found quite a lot of tv shows that they liked. Times like that, it made his anxiety nonexistent, especially when they got along when things weren't adventure related.
"It's pretty cool, in one of the dimensions our dad happened to be an actor…though he wasn't a perfect one." Summer added.
"Wow…" Dipper replied.
"I can do something similar." Bill offered. "It's called nightmare vision; you can flip through various nightmares of people."
Dipper looked at him and shook his head, not liking the idea all that much. "I would rather not know what everyone else is having nightmares about; I think it's best I stick to my own." He replied, and Bill gave him a look of interest. "And what do you have nightmare's about?" He asked, genuinely curious as to what the other had nightmares about anyway.
"No, I don't have very many…I'm just saying I would prefer only my nightmares and not have to watch anyone else's," Dipper explained as Summer hummed, deciding to change the subject as she got up from the couch, putting her now empty plate to the side. "Anyway, maybe Grandpa Rick could bring his interdimensional cable here if we asked." She suggested, earning a nod from Morty as he got up, going to look for him. "Let's go ask."
Once Morty went over to Rick he tugged on the sleeve of his lab coat politely to get his attention. "Rick, they don't have interdimensional cable here. Can you get it here please?" He asked, looking at him. A hum escaped the spikey haired scientist as he got up from the table, putting his plate in the sink. "Yeah, I think I have a box in the car…just let me go check. If not I can go get one." He told them.
"What's that?" Ford asked, curious.
"It's a cable box that gets all the TV shows and commercials in all the dimension. Usually, we turn it on when new get bored around the house." Rick explained before heading out to the car to look for the cable box, and Morty made happy noises. "Yes!" He said as Rick soon returned with the box in hand, once it was plugged in he handed Morty the remote. "Knock yourself out; I'm going to try talking to Stanley." He said, leaving the living room as Morty and the others got to work switching channels and looking for what they wanted to watch.
