It had been a few days since Smooth Morty's visit. Baker Morty was really settling in now. He had even baked a couple of times since Cash Morty said that he could use the kitchen and any ingredients he needed anytime he wanted. He honestly rarely felt homesick anymore, he was starting to realize that he didn't really miss his old life back in his original dimension. Cash Morty had been right, he was unsure at first, but now that he settled in and started a routine he was much happier than he ever was back in his home dimension. Tonight was the night that Cash Morty's business owner friends were coming to dinner. He glanced at the clock on the wall, he still had an hour and a half until they showed up. Maybe he would make some desserts for them, after all he wanted to make a good impression, he hoped that they would become his friends too. What to make? Cookies were a safe bet, who doesn't love cookies? But then again if Cash Morty's friends were anything like him they wouldn't want ordinary cookies, they would want something extravagant and over the top. But what could he possibly come up with that would be decadent enough for a group of rich successful Morties? It's not like he was a professional baker, he was just a novice that did it as a hobby. Just then Cash Morty entered the kitchen and put a cup into the sink.
"H-hey Cash Morty, I-I need your opinion on something" Baker Morty began.
"Of course, everyone knows how much I love sharing my opinion, what is it that you need my opinion on?" Cash Morty asked.
"I-I was thinking that I would make dessert for your friends tonight, but I don't know what would be decadent enough for them, what do you think they'll like?" Baker Morty asked.
"Decadent? Just because we are rich doesn't mean we are hoity toity, they will appreciate whatever you make them, I promise you, they don't have to have some uppity over the top dessert, those over the top desserts are often gross anyway" Cash Morty said before walking out of the kitchen.
Baker Morty was relieved that he wouldn't have to try and bake something decadent because he was not that confident in his baking skills. He chose brownies, they were simple enough and delicious.
He gathered all the ingredients he would need for the brownies. He preheated the oven to three twenty five, first he combined one and a half cups of sugar, three fourths cup of flour, two thirds cup of cocoa powder, and a half cup of powdered sugar as his dry ingredients. Then he mixed two eggs, a half cup of canola oil, and two teaspoons of water as his wet ingredients. Then he mixed the dry and wet ingredients together. He poured the batter into an eight by eight square pan. Then he put it into the oven. Forty minutes later he checked them by inserting a toothpick in the middle of the brownies. It came out clean so he pulled them out to cool whilst he cleaned up his mess and washed the dishes he used. When they were cool enough, he sliced them into twelve squares. Then he placed them on a plate and set them on the table, with all the other delicious smelling food that Richard had prepared for the visiting Morties.
The table was covered in a yellow tablecloth, there were many different dishes all over the table. His eyes began to wander lustfully at all the food that was teasing him with their amazing aromas. His stomach stirred in excitement. There was a platter with sweet rolls on it, there was a fancy glass butter dish next to them with a stick of high-quality butter in it. There was a porcelain round dish with mashed potatoes in it. There were different kinds of pasta dishes, casseroles, soups, salads, dips, and of course his dessert.
There were eight white scalloped porcelain plates set at the table. Gold forks and spoons wrapped in silky gold napkins and a crystal wine glass next to each of the plates. Richard came into the dining room and placed more food on the table, there was enough to feed an army. Then he set out several bottles of some bubbly fizzy beverage. Baker Morty was unsure, were they allowed to drink? He never wanted to try.
"Don't worry sir, it's nothing alcoholic, it's only sparkling apple cider" Richard said, he must have seen the worry in his eyes.
Everything looked so fancy Baker Morty wondered if he was underdressed in his blue shirt and jeans. Would all the other Morties be dressed nicely while he looked like a scrub? Cash Morty came in and sat down at the table. He was wearing his usual getup so maybe this wasn't a formal dinner. He just hoped he didn't look like a total idiot and embarrass Cash Morty in front of his friends. They were all Morties just like him, why was he so worried? There was no way someone like Cash Morty would hang out with or even get along with a bunch of stuck-up snobs so surely none of his friends were like that.
"Hey, relax, I can see the anxiety in your eyes, it's ok, I promise they are not a bunch of uppity snobs, they are just Morties like me and you" Cash Morty reassured him.
"I-I'm sorry I'm overreacting, I just didn't have many friends back in my original dimension, I-I guess I just don't know how to act" Baker Morty scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Just be yourself, they'll love you" Cash Morty said. He wished he had Cash Morty's confidence.
The doorbell ringing announced the arrival of his friends. Well this was it, Baker Morty tried to push away the last of his nervousness as Cash Morty left to answer the door. Richard stood in the corner of the room with his hands clasped behind his back. There were loud voices coming from the foyer, Baker Morty relaxed a little, no way some stuck up hoity toity people would be so loudly greeting each other. The enthusiastic greeting carried on for several minutes. Until he heard Cash Morty invite them into the dining room to eat.
"Guys, there's someone I would like you to meet" Cash Morty said as he entered the dining room with six other Morties close behind him.
"This is a dear friend of mine Baker Morty, Baker Morty this is Bling Bling Morty, he's the one who made all my jewelry for me" he motioned to a Morty with bedazzled blue jeans, and a bedazzled yellow shirt, he had gold stud earrings in, some dog tags bedazzled with diamonds, a gold ring on all ten of his fingers, and a gold wrist watch.
"That is Beachy Morty" he pointed to a Morty wearing a yellow Hawaiian style floral pattern shirt, a yellow lei, and some blue shorts.
"This is Cool Morty" he motioned to a Morty wearing a leather jacket covered in different patches over a blue tank top, he had a silver necklace with a diamond studded snowflake pendant. He had on a blue paisley print tie headband, some silver shades, and some blue chain jeans.
"That is Five Star Morty" he pointed to a Morty that was wearing the typical yellow shirt and blue jeans, except he had a white velvet cape hanging off the back of his shirt, it was fastened to his shoulders by star shaped gems or glass buttons, there were five stars embroidered across his chest, he had five gold star rings on each finger of his left hand.
"That Morty over there is Casino Tycoon Morty" he introduced the Morty that was wearing a yellow suit with a white undershirt and yellow necktie, he had on a yellow velvet fedora that had what appeared to be a peacock feather tucked into the white band that went around the hat, he was holding a cherry wood pimp cane with a gold plated knob on the top of it with a yellow diamond sticking out of the top of the knob. He sure was a sharp dressed Morty.
"And last but certainly not least, Psychic Morty" he pointed to a Morty wearing yellow drawstring trousers, with a yellow v neck shirt that had gold tassels hanging of it, he was wearing a yellow head scarf, a gold small hoop earring in his right ear, and a gold braided necklace with a purple lozenge cut gemstone that had a weird shimmering effect almost as if it was magical or something of that sort.
All the named Morties gathered around him and were greeting him, giving him handshakes, shoulder bumps, back claps etc. Instantly all his anxiety melted away thanks to the warm reception. They were acting as if they knew him for years, like he was one of their old buddies.
"Gentlemen, sit down, let's eat" Cash Morty said as he took his seat.
The others sat down and the table was lively with chatter. Richard poured some sparkling apple cider into the wine glasses for each Morty. Baker Morty took a sip, it was really good and refreshing. There was so much food he didn't know where to start.
"Would you like me to fill your plate? I'll pick only the finest entrees" Richard asked Baker Morty.
"Uh, s-sure" Baker Morty responded. Richard grabbed his plate and started putting carefully portioned servings of food on his plate. After he finished he set the plate down in front of him. A scrumptious aroma filled his nostrils and he began digging in.
"T-thank you" he thanked Richard.
"Of course sir" Richard went back to standing in the corner.
"Did you hear that there is allegedly going to be an election for the first time on the Citadel?" Bling Bling Morty asked.
"Yea, I heard something about that, apparently there is going to be a Morty running for president" Cash Morty said.
"I bet that makes you happy doesn't it Cash?" Bling Bling Morty said.
"Oh yea, you know that will make Cash Morty very happy if a Morty won, if only to see the Ricks cry" Five Star Morty chimed in.
"I don't know guys, he seems….off to me" Cash Morty tipped his head back thoughtfully.
"What!? You suspicious of a Morty? What is this universe coming to" Five Star Morty said.
"Why do you think he's weird? What about him puts you off?" Bling Bling Morty asked.
"You know I'm such a good judge of character, it's kinda hard to explain, but he just seems like he's up to something, like I don't think he has pure intentions" Cash Morty tried to explain.
"Like he has bad intentions?" Psychic Morty joined in the conversation.
"Maybe, or just very selfish motives, I'm not exactly sure, but this Morty candidate seems like a giant flake to me, trust me I've got my eye on him" Cash Morty said.
"So Campaign Manager Morty of the Morty party is going to have his work cut out for him then" Bling Bling Morty said, not taking his eyes off his task of cutting his prime rib into pieces. The table fell into silence whilst the Morties enjoyed their meals.
"I kicked a Rick out of my casino the other day, the sign clearly reads no Ricks allowed and he wanted to try and sneak in" Casino Tycoon Morty broke the silence.
"You should have beat him within an inch of his life" Cash Morty clenched his fist as if imagining himself beating the Rick.
"I'm just glad there are no Ricks where I live" Beachy Morty said.
"Me too, so nice not to have to hear their stupid voices" Cool Morty said. Richard awkwardly cleared his throat.
"So how did you come to know Cash Morty?" Cool Morty asked.
"That's a sensitive subject for him Cool Morty" Cash Morty cast a worried glance over at him.
"Oh I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend you" Cool Morty apologized.
"No it's ok, I-I don't mind talking about it, thanks for your concern Cash Morty, I-I was abandoned in front of the Morty Academy by my grandpa, a-and Cash Morty came and gave me a place to stay" Baker Morty looked at him gratefully.
"Cash Morty tries to act all high and mighty, but he is a big old softie at heart" Cool Morty said.
"Well you wouldn't have had a choice, Cash Morty will annoy the crap out of you until you become his friend, trust me we all hated him at first, but he bugged us until we became his friends" Bling Bling Morty cast a teasing glance at Cash Morty.
"Whatever, it was you peasants who begged to be friends with a king like me, I took pity on you sorry losers and allowed you into my kingdom" Cash Morty teased them.
They picked on each other back and forth. Baker Morty could clearly see the camaraderie between them. He sincerely hoped that he could have a friend group like that someday. The teasing stopped and the conversation shifted to talks about money.
"Last month I made so much money that I bought pointless things like gold toilets for the hotel room bathrooms and crystal shower curtain rods" Five Star Morty said.
"Yea, I had so much money this quarter I don't even know what to do with it all, maybe I'll buy a mansion in each of your dimensions, that way I can visit" Cash Morty said as he sat back in his chair and gave a contented sigh.
"I made scores more money than any of you this quarter, I built a gold swimming pool" Beachy Morty bragged.
"Why would you build a swimming pool when you live near the ocean you moron" Psychic Morty said.
"Sometimes I feel like hanging by the pool instead of the ocean, look I make crap loads of money I can do what I like" Beachy Morty said.
"Well, it is wedding season, so my bridal collection has netted me eight figures so far this year, deep pocketed people come from all over the universe to shop at my place, the kind of people who drop millions for an engagement ring" Bling Bling Morty said. Baker Morty's eyes widened. Eight figures!
"Poor suckers looking to get rich quick have lined my pockets big time" Casino Tycoon Morty laughed.
"Well where I live is a popular vacation and honeymoon destination, so my resort is booked all the way out to October" Five Star Morty said.
"We all know desperate suckeroonies come to me hoping I'd give them some good news, I just tell them the same old of course you're going to be rich, popular and successful, works every time, my pockets couldn't be more loaded" Psychic Morty bragged.
"I mean who doesn't love a sexy Morty who sings and sells ice cream, my concerts are sold out, my pockets lined" Cool Morty smiled with satisfaction.
"So h-how did you all meet?" Baker Morty interrupted their gloating about how much money they've made.
"Well we met first, I met Cash Morty when I ran away from my original dimension and came to the Citadel, I quite literally ran into him after I exited my portal, I told him my story and he suggested that I open a business, I told him I knew nothing of operating a business, he really helped me understand business ownership" Bling Bling Morty said.
"We met next, I met him when I visited the Citadel, this dweeb wouldn't stop talking to me when I was simply trying to enjoy my lunch, the more we talked the more I realized he wasn't a total loser and we actually had quite a bit in common so we became friends, he introduced me to Bling Bling over there and the rest as they say is history" Cool Morty explained.
"I was going to be another Morty that just joined the academy and got reassigned after some alien freaks blew my Rick's head off on one of our many adventures, I was traumatized from watching my Rick die and narrowly escaping that dimension alive, I ended up at the Citadel, where I met Cash Morty, much like you he took me in and helped me get back on my feet" Psychic Morty said.
"We met when he showed up at my casino, causing quite the scene I might add" Casino Tycoon Morty side eyed Cash Morty.
"Well someone stole my ice, I couldn't let that slide" Cash Morty said.
"We met at the intergalactic pawn shop where we were selling our Ricks' stuff, we almost went into business together, but we decided that we wanted different things" Five Star Morty said.
"We met at a rich man's conference, as you can imagine he was the loudest person there, I just knew that he was a character and that it would be fun to talk to him, and I wasn't disappointed" Beachy Morty said.
"And we've been friends ever since, I love you guys so much let's go have a sevensome in my bed right now, Baker Morty you are more than welcome to join if you'd like" Cash Morty gave them the eye brow bounce. Baker Morty was disturbed by what he just said.
"Eww, as if, you ain't got nothing going on down there" Cool Morty joked.
"Yea, sorry to disappoint you, but I've got some rather salacious plans with my wife tonight, so you're out of luck" Beachy Morty said.
"Eww you're so weird" Five Star Morty laughed as he gave Cash Morty a back handed smack on his arm.
Baker Morty noticed that Bling Bling Morty was reaching for one of his brownies. He held his breath as Bling Bling Morty took a bite out of it. His eyes immediately lit up.
"Wow, who made these" Bling Bling Morty said around his mouth full as he continued happily munching on the remainder of the brownie.
"I-it was me" Baker Morty said.
"Well done, that was by far the best brownie I've ever had, seriously you guys have to try one" Bling Bling Morty said. The others grabbed one and ate it, they gave their various noises of approval.
"Wow that is really good Baker Morty, I see your name is well earned" Cool Morty gave him a warm smile. A grateful warmth welled in his chest at the praise.
"T-thank you, I'm glad you like them" Baker Morty said.
"I certainly knew that Cash Morty didn't make them, he's a terrible cook" Casino Tycoon Morty smirked.
"Not true!" Cash Morty glared at him.
"Oh my gosh, do you guys remember when he made that disgusting stew?" Cool Morty said.
"Ew, yes, I don't think my stomach ever in my life hurt as much as it did that night" Five Star Morty shuttered.
"I had to cancel my luau, because Cash Morty's retched stew gave me the runs" Beachy Morty said.
"How was I supposed to know that the meat had gone bad?" Cash Morty shrugged.
"How could you not have smelled it? Rotten meat doesn't smell very good, take it from someone who owns a five star resort which includes a five star restaurant" Five Star Morty responded.
"Don't worry Cash Morty you may suck at cooking, but we love you regardless" Psychic Morty Joined in. Cash Morty just hung his head in defeat. The table erupted into laughter.
"So, w-where are you guys originally from?" Baker Morty asked after the laughter died down.
"I'm originally from the Citadel, I'm a clone hence the dogtags, but my Rick adopted me from the Morty Agency when I was a kid, I was born with the talent to design and create jewelry, my Rick owned a jewelry store but lacked the talent to create jewelry, so that's where I came in, I would make the jewelry and he would take the credit and money all for himself, finally I got sick of him taking the credit for my creations, he was having an event to showcase the new line of jewelry, at this event I revealed the truth, he got sued for fraud, not only did he have to pay the customers, but he had to back pay me all the money he had made off of my jewelry, naturally he was pretty upset about it and plotted to kill me, so I ran away to the Citadel where I met Cash Morty" Bling Bling Morty explained.
"I still live in the dimension I'm from, I'm from The Richy dimension, I had the traditional Beth, Jerry, Summer, and Rick family, my parents were very wealthy and owned a casino, I was the sole survivor of a car accident, thus I was the only family member left to inherit the casino, people had their misgivings about a fourteen year old running a business but I managed just fine" Casino Tycoon Morty said.
"I also came from a traditional Beth, Jerry, Summer, and Rick family, I was just the typical Morty that went with his Rick on adventures, on one of the planets we discovered that there were these gems that gave the wearer psychic powers, we went to secure one, we found one but the locals weren't too keen on letting us have it, my Rick got shot in the ensuing gun fight, he died on the spot and I had to quickly grab his gun and fight for my life, I managed to escape with my life and the gem, I didn't know the way back home but we had visited the Citadel a couple of times, so I went there, I was just going to join the academy and be reassigned a new Rick, then I met Cash Morty who showed me there was another way" Psychic Morty said.
"I was a clone as well, my purpose was to be my Rick's slave, I got sick of that and much like Cash Morty ran away and stole some of my Rick's gadgets to sell for some money to sustain me for a while until I could get a job or something, I started out as a housekeeper in a five star resort, the owner's daughter the heiress to the company was totally in love with me, so I may or may not have used that to my advantage, I pretended to love her back, I was already on pretty good terms with the owner, but he was elated to learn that me and his daughter loved each other, so we married and with me being the man I was to inherit the resort, he tragically passed a few months later, I swear I had nothing to do with it! Now that the resort was all mine much quicker than I had anticipated, I separated from my wife so I could make all the changes I wanted without her getting upset about it, well she's upset about it but she can't do anything about it, my name is on the deed baby" Five Star Morty said.
Baker Morty thought it was awful to use someone like that, he wondered if Five Star Morty felt the slightest bit guilty about his actions.
"I'm telling you Five Star, one of these days she's going to kill you" Cash Morty said.
"Well try as she may, she won't succeed" Five Star Morty puffed his chest out proudly.
"You ought to be ashamed of your darn self" Cash Morty shook his head.
"You are going straight to hell, I've heard this story before but everytime you tell it, it gets worse and worse" Casino Tycoon Morty said.
"Hey it's my turn to tell my story! Anyways, in the dimension that I come from, Earth is a hot mostly desert wasteland, there is no winter, it is hot all year no matter where you are, and I mean really really hot, when I left my house this morning it was a hundred and twelve degrees, so I thought it would be cool to open an ice cream parlor where people can cool off with sweet sweet ice cream, and I do concerts part time, I mean come on I'm Cool Morty, everyone loves me, except my family because I emancipated from them, they were way too uncool to hang with a cool dude like me" Cool Morty winked.
"My grandfather was Beachy Rick, together we lived in the coastal town of Coconut Bay on a planet that is nothing but tropics, me and Beachy Rick went on vacation there and never returned to Earth, it was too nice to leave, beautiful weather, friendly locals, so he started a bar and grill known as Beachy Rick's and I worked there with him, we ended up on a boat to get some supplies, well a horrible storm came out of nowhere the sea grew quite angry, big waves were rolling and battering our boat, finally our boat capsized and broke apart, Beachy Rick was swept away by the intense waves and I never saw him again, so I assumed he had drowned, but I was able to hang on to a broken section of the boat until a passing cruise ship rescued me and took me back to shore, since Beachy Rick died I took the business over and changed the name to Beachy Morty's, has a much better ring to it" Beachy Morty explained.
"What about you? What would you like to do with your life?" Bling Bling Morty asked Baker Morty.
"I-I want to be a pastry chef in some fancy restaurant, b-but now that I can't go to school I-I don't see how that's going to be possible " Baker Morty responded saddened at the thought that he might not be able to follow his dreams.
"Oh please, you don't need to go to school, I mean look at us, we never went to school and we all turned out fine" Cash Morty said.
"I fully believe that you can achieve your goals, your baked goods are really good" Bling Bling Morty said.
"Thank you! I-I hope so" Baker Morty smiled gratefully.
"Maybe, you guys can show Baker Morty your businesses, since I showed him mine" Cash Morty said.
"Yea, I'd be ok with that" Cool Morty said. The others agreed.
"Well ok then, way to show some hospitality" Cash Morty nodded his approval.
"Well now that we're all done eating, the fun can begin, Richard!" Cash Morty snapped his fingers.
Richard sighed heavily and stripped out of his tuxedo. Baker Morty wondered what the heck they were doing. Then he went into the kitchen and rolled out a cart full of different flavored cream pies. The Morties grabbed pies and began chucking them at Richard, who just stood there in resignation. Baker Morty was horrified, what a waste of perfectly good pies. They cheered and laughed as the pie barrage continued. A chocolate cream pie nailed Richard right in the face splattering creamy pie filling all over his face and in his hair. The Morties pointed and laughed hysterically. Richard looked rather ticked off. He wondered how he hadn't murdered Cash Morty yet.
"Y-you're not going to be happy until Richard kills you" Baker Morty said.
"For your information he has tried to kill me before" Cash Morty corrected him.
"Wait h-he has?" Baker Morty was stunned at how casually he had said that.
"Totally, I woke up to him getting on top of me, then he put a pillow over my face, a struggle ensued, but I managed to fight him off, he learned his lesson, you won't do that again will you Richard?" Cash Morty turned to look at him.
"No sir, of course not" Richard replied.
"See? It's all good now" Cash Morty said as he threw a banana cream pie at Richard.
After they finished bombarding Richard with pies there was a huge mess that Baker Morty guessed Richard would have to clean up. Finally all the Morties said their goodbyes and left. Baker Morty was up in his room getting ready for bed. He wondered what it would be like to have a place of his own, he didn't want to mooch off Cash Morty forever. He did eventually want to get his own house. He would have to find a way to make money first. He supposed he could get a job. Yea, he would start there, maybe in the morning he would go to the Citadel and see if he could get a job. He ran the idea by Cash Morty, he agreed to take him to the Citadel.
He went to bed and woke up the next morning, he was excited. He always wanted a job, but he knew due to labor laws he was too young to get a job back on Earth. They went to the Citadel.
"You are more than welcome to work at my factory, don't worry I wouldn't demean you by making you work with the Ricks, you would have a higher up position than them, hmm maybe you could work with Floor Manager Morty, he's a cool guy, let's pay him a visit shall we" Cash Morty said.
They went to the factory, Floor Manager Morty was sipping a cup of coffee presumably and typing away on his computer. He looked up when they entered the office.
"Oh hey boss, i-is something wrong?" Floor Manager Morty looked worried.
"Oh no, not at all, it's just I wanted to run something by you, since you work so hard managing the employees and running the floor, I was wondering if you would like some help, I could have Baker Morty here work under you, so he can deal with the stupid Ricks whilst you focus on the logistics of running the production floor, that way you won't have to go running to the floor every time there's a problem" Cash Morty said. Floor Manager Morty smiled.
"Yes, that would be helpful, running both can be really stressful" Floor Manager Morty said.
"Well, what do you say Baker Morty? Will you take the job?" Cash Morty asked. Baker Morty wasn't sure, he didn't imagine himself sitting at a desk all day, this was not what he had in mind. But Cash Morty was inventing a job for him. So it would be rude to refuse.
"S-sure, why not" Baker Morty agreed.
"Excellent, you can start Monday" Cash Morty said.
"I-I look forward to working with you" Floor Manager Morty shook his hand.
"There, now you got your job settled, since you lack a portal gun there would be no way you could commute to work from my house, but Cash Morty always has a plan b, follow me" Cash Morty said.
They came to a small metal building with two entrances that reminded him of a duplex. There were little signs next to the doors that said 120A and 120B.
"This is where I lived in my poor days, when I first came to the Citadel" Cash Morty explained. Baker Morty noticed that his whole demeanor changed. He seemed….sad.
"Let's have a look inside" Cash Morty led him inside of 120A.
It was a small space, the small living room opened into a kitchen/dining room area. There was a short hallway that led to a tiny bedroom, the only thing in the bedroom was a bed and a nightstand next to the bed with a little lamp on the nightstand being the only light source in the bedroom. There was a small bathroom hallway, it only had a toilet, small vanity sink, and a corner shower stall.
"I know it isn't much, but it makes a fine starter house" Cash Morty told him. He could now see the sadness in Cash Morty's eyes. He figured it would be pointless to ask Cash Morty what was bothering him. Perhaps he was just reflecting on harder times.
"It w-will do fine until I can buy my own place, t-thank you Cash Morty, you've been so generous to me, I-I'm not sure I could ever repay you" Baker Morty thanked him. Cash Morty gave him a small smile.
"You're welcome, it's as I said before, us Morties have to stick together" Cash Morty told him wistfully. As they headed back outside, he noticed that Cash Morty was looking longingly at 120B, sadness written all over his face. He couldn't stand seeing Cash Morty so forlorn.
"Cash Morty, what's wrong? You seem really sad" Baker Morty asked. Cash Morty's shoulders sagged and he sighed.
"You often ask why I hate Ricks so much….there was a Morty that used to live next to me in 120B, his name was Gold Heart Morty" Cash Morty began. He had to take a moment to recompose himself.
"When I first came to the Citadel, he took me in and let me stay in 120A for free until I could stand on my own two feet, he would always make sure I had food, he was so kind to everyone, including Ricks, he'd give you the yellow shirt off his back, but what stood out to me the most, was that even though he was very wealthy, he lived here in this tiny duplex, he could have lived in a mansion, but he preferred this simple duplex" Cash Morty smiled fondly. Baker Morty couldn't help but smile at the thought of such a kind Morty, but he realized that Cash Morty was referring to him in past tense.
"We became very good friends, one evening I came home and my friend wasn't there to greet me like he usually was, I knocked on his door and there was no answer, to make a long story short, my best friend had been murdered, he was found dead in a pool of blood, I wondered who in the world would murder such a kind hearted Morty, it was Buyer Rick who wanted a property that my friend wouldn't sell, so he killed him out of spite, that's why I hate Ricks, a Rick killed my friend for such a selfish reason, that's what all Ricks are, selfish" Cash Morty said bitterly.
"W-wow, I'm sorry that happened" Baker Morty said.
"I decided to carry on his legacy, by taking in Morties that have nowhere to go, unlike him I will show no kindness to Ricks, all he got for being kind to a Rick was murdered" Cash Morty said.
"Well y-you've done a great job, I-I know he would be proud of you" Baker Morty reassured him.
"Thank you" Cash Morty smiled at him.
"There's one more thing I want to give you, here let's head back to my house" Cash Morty said. They returned to his mansion. He took Baker Morty to his garage.
"You're going to need a ride to work aren't you? So you can take one of my many motorcycles, pick anyone you want, except the gold one that's my baby" Cash Morty said.
"Um, I-I don't know how to drive a motorcycle" Baker Morty said.
"Oh it's easy, don't worry I'll teach you how to drive it, now go on pick one" Cash Morty said.
Baker Morty already knew which one he wanted. He wanted the motorcycle with the metallic blue paint job, it was so pretty. Cash Morty gave him the keys to it and gave him a crash course on how to drive it. He also gave him some groceries so he could have food for a few days. Baker Morty was back at his little duplex. Some day he would buy his own place with his own hard-earned money. He wondered how he was ever going to be a pastry chef, but he decided that no matter what he would make his dream of being a pastry chef come true.