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Rick took a long swig from a flask that smelled like burnt ozone. "That’s the point, Morty. You think people live in a desert-hellscape because the real estate is cheap? No, they do it because when a guy with a chainsaw for a hand is trying to graft your skin onto a kite, you don’t have time to wonder why your dad is living in a motel eating cold beans."

Rick stepped through, leaving the wasteland behind, the silence finally settling over the dust. Rick_e_morty_s03e02

The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland didn't just get into Morty’s lungs; it got into his head. Rick had just finished installing a "Isotope-321" battery into a jagged, rusted war-rig, ignoring the screams of the scavengers Summer was currently leading into battle over a bucket of dirty water. Rick took a long swig from a flask

Rick sighed, actually looking at his grandkids for a second. "Look, the wasteland is fun for a weekend, but the novelty wears off when you realize there’s no Wi-Fi and the only thing to read is 'The Book of Vengeance.' We’re going home, we’re going to be miserable, and we’re going to pretend we’re fine. That’s what family is." No, they do it because when a guy

With a flick of his wrist, Rick opened the portal. Summer hesitated, looking at her throne of bones, then stepped through. Morty followed, dropping the scrap metal.

"You seek to leave the Great Nothing?" Hemorrhage asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.

As the portal closed, Rick looked back at Hemorrhage. "By the way, the cobbler didn't kill your mom. It was a giant space-squid. I was there. It was hilarious."