Rick's Garage

It was another shitty day as usual at the Smith Residence of Dimension C-137. With the day spent, Rick is currently adjusting an old invention of his.

After Rick emitted the flux catiker together on the neutron flow level, he emerged the activation of the invention with a simple press of a button.

"What is my purpose?" the invention asked with no memory.

"You inform," Rick said.

"Inform?" the invention asked curly.

"Inform. Like present me info when I ask you too and maybe hangout," Rick informed. "Y-you know if you're up for it."

The invention stared at Rick. Noticing the scientist's deperaration for a buddy to simply hang out, but does not specify itself to be that buddy.

"I only serve to inform." the invention reminded.

"Well, fuck then," Rick cursed. He immedly shoots the camera thingy down with his space gun or whatever when Morty walks in just in time.

"Jesus Rick, what the hell was that?" Morty asked abruptly.

"Nothing Morty it's just that...do you feel that life just wears you down?" Rick asked in despair.

"Are you going existential again?" Morty asks worried "If so, then I-I'm going to need to get Summer to make you listen to Elliott Smith again."

"N-no, I'm fine. I'm still accepting death. It's just that life is like an experience. We all live with it until it ends, fun's fun but it'll all be over eventually. And once it's over, you'll grow old then you'll forget about it. You feel as that single part of your experience fades away as the years go by in your life. Time travel doesn't exist, so you can't go back. All you can do is hope that you can experience it again at least for one last time? You feel me, Morty?"

Morty sheds a tear to Rick's philosophical speech. Rick finally touches the soul of his heart.

"E-every day, Rick. I feel as though light distances itself further away from me until I can't see anymore. I feel that light is Jessica." Morty romanticizes.

"Jessica? Light distancing? Morty, what the fuck. You misinterpret up with the vibe of my speech. None of what I said was a metaphor. I literally have an experience that I dearly miss. Specially a Marvel experience where I get to talk to Iron Man which m-made me have the given tendency to hang out with robots more. And two, Jessica is definitely something you need to get over of."

"R-Rick, how could you suggest such a questionable thing like that? Jessica is my girl. My crush. My soulmate. My god-" Morty stopped himself for a sec. "Okay, that might be an overexpression, but it's true Rick. I feel things that no man can feel. The fire that burns in my heart. I love her, Rick."

Rick made a small raspberry with his tongue to show how ridiculous Morty sounds.

"Gezz, Romeo much?" Rick exaghereyed "Now if you excuse me, I-I'm busy with the robot thing and I don't have time to sympathize with your weird little High School Musical fantasy. What do you want?"

"Aw come one, Rick. Can't I just check on you like a loving grandson."

Rick imedly stop his work as he's had enough with Morty's shit.

"Uh no, because you're a horny little fourteen year old who Jerried me only for shit just like his pussy dad!" Rick said.

"Hey! Don't use my name as a verb! Beth!" Jerry whined in the echoed distance.

"Alright, fine Rick!" Morty exclaimed. "I need your help for me to get Jessica."

"Uh 'get Jessica', uh sexist much? It's 2020 Morty, you can't just claim women as property." Rick hissed. "Besides late time I help, our whole fucking world got Cronenberged becauce of..oh, wait! Your horny little ass!"

"T-that was only a couple of seasons ago Rick and by that I mean the flu season when Jessica had the flu." Morty replied. "And yes, I was more horny back then b-but my plan is different this time."

"Pfft, oh yeah?" Rick snorted. "How? How is it different Morty? Please, I would like for you to explain your sneaky little hijinks of getting under Jessica's panties. How is it different?"

"I need Jessica to like me so in order to that I need her to bond with an individual like me but I figure it be weird for me to be best friends with her since I'm a boy so I need you to adopt a female Morty from the Citadel of Ricks so she can make Jessica familiarize my similar personality to her so she can learn to like me!" Morty blurted out. He fell down on his knees, begging for help. "Please Rick, I need this," he pleaded.

The consideration of adopting another Morty never occured in Rick's mind. All the harmful stuff he did to his regular self isn't compared to the shit he can really do. It wouldn't hurt to have a new test subject anyway. Besides, Morty will behave rationally for the female Morty. After all, that little shit is desperate at this point.

"Fine," Rick answered.

"W-what? Really? You mean that?" Morty squeaked in tears. "Thank you. Thank you, Rick."

"Yeah, whatever let's hurry up before I change my mind," Rick suggested as he goes to search for his portal gun.

The Morty Detention center

Moritca of dimension M-512 stood inside the prison's only Morty cell for one imprisoned. Waiting for a Rick who is willing to adopt a "girl Morty" like her. Not like any Rick gives a fuck about women...