Morty was sitting on the couch in his abode watching intergalactic cable with a smirk on his face. On it was a talking pig with a very realistic definition eating grass as his pig wife with a bow on her head says to him dramatically "I cannot be with you anymore Phillips. I love another man!"

Phillips just keeps eating grass. And she yells "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SAY SUCH HATEFUL THINGS?! THESE ARE THE SORTS OF REASONS WHY I'M LEAVING YOU"

Suddenly Morty gets a whiff of something in the kitchen. "I smell brownies."

Morty gets up to go see and it is indeed Rick with a knife ready to cut into the brownies. "Y...you got some brownies there Rick?"

"I sure do Morty. Want some?"

"Hells yeah Rick!"

The tray of brownies has this crass voice "oh yeah, now two guys are gonna eat me. MMMMM fuck yeah! Eat me all up! Drink me down with a nice tall glass of milk!"

"You know on second thought maybe I'll skip the brownies Rick."

Both the brownies and Rick yell at him.

"Come-on (burp) Morty! Don't be such a little bitch and just eat the brownies."

"EAT ME FROM TOP OR BOTTOM."

"See? He wants to be eaten."

"I I don't wanna eat talking brownies ok?! Especially like...when he's enjoying it."

"Wow (burp!) Morty way to assume the brownies gender."

"oh I didn't mean"

"Your grandson is a sociopath! He wants me to be miserable?! I mean I guess I can work with that. Oh please don't eat me little boy...I'm totally not consenting. I really really don't want your hot boy lips all over my fudge center."

"Oh geez Rick. This is...this is something else. I'm going on a keto diet or something after witnessing this."

"Morty it's just talking brownies chill. Hell you should see how the cake talks."

"The cake?"

"Yeah Morty. The cake. The cake was part of Isis. Released Corona virus. There's no telling what these brownies will do. If (belch) you don't help me eat them, well the blood is on your hands."

"Oh geez Rick"

"I mean ethically speaking Morty if an inmate on death row wants to die, do we just not do it at that point? What kinda Pavlov's dog you trying to pull Morty?"

"I I don't want any dog Rick! I just don't particularly like my food molesting me is all."

"Maybe the brownies are trying to trick you Morty! Maybe (UHHH) maybe the brownies DON'T want to be eaten at all! Are you going to give them what they want?! So how should I have handled Isis Corona cake Morty?!"

"Rick this uhhhh this isn't some philosophical question on the merits of our justice system and punishment versus reforms. I just don't want to eat creepy sex brownies."

"Well now you're just starting to sound like the Shariah cake."

"I mean...I mean how is this brownie even talking Rick? It doesn't have vocal cords or organs. How is it sentient at all? At what point does it stop being sentient? When I chew it up? When it dissolves under my stomach acids? I mean is our own mushy brain brownie just stop being a brain at some juncture of decomposition? What even is being alive?"

"Eat me and find out you supple little man MMMMMM"

"Oh geez Rick fine. Slice me a damn brownie."

Rick does and they're eating brownies with milk.

"So was a cake really responsible for the Corona virus Rick?"

"What? Oh right the cake. Yeah the cake is a lie."

"What?" Rick dabs and Morty throws his plate at Rick