somethingwithturquoise | Somewhere in Space; Dimension FH-001, Friday Afternoon [02/19].

Okay, so, Summer was pretty sure this was the absolute worst. She'd come back home for a shifted Friday morning session with Dr. Wong, and now she was pretty much just waiting for Saturday, and it was probably, literally going to kill her. It was hard to focus on playing Downbeat with her parents or watching TV with Morty when the big dinner with the family was hanging over her head like this. It didn't help that everyone she knew from here seemed to be either dead air or evasive about potential plans for going out tonight.

Well...if her friends from home didn't have jack shit going on, and all anyone else had was board games (more like bored games, was she right?), there was at least one other possibility she could tap into.

Summer wound up putting on her sweetest smile that morning and traipsing downstairs to start pestering Rick into taking her and Morty out on just, like, a quick little adventure, just something to kill some time, before she got sucked into hearing all about her dad's beekeeping again...

And to her surprise, Rick...actually agreed...She could even kill two birds with one stone, booting up the podcast she'd been listening too lately while they were in transit, looking for something that might catch their eye.

Summer's Phone	"I couldn't help but wonder," the soothing, measured tones of the podcaster Summer was listening to filled the small space of Rick's' ship as they drifted aimlessly through the cosmos, "was Gharkhul really capable of consuming a living sun? Or was I simply getting too close to Gharkhul? Was Gharkhul consuming me?"
Morty	"Rick," Morty seized that small break in the narrative to look over to his grampa, "can we listen to something else?"
Summer	"Quiet!" Summer shushed him. "She's just about to summon Gharkhul!"
Rick	"She's been talking about summoning Gharkhul for three episodes, Summer," Rick complained, turning around a moment to admonish her for this stupid idea and her stupid podcast, which she could literally just be listening to in her stupid room.
Morty	"Wait a minute," said Morty, who was just now noticing this, "what's that in your mouth?"
Summer	"It's a toothpick," said Summer, who at this point was getting really tired of people asking about it, like, how was it even a big deal? It was almost not even worth it anymore. "I'm a toothpicker now. Get used to it."
Rick	"God," said Rick, "are you that desperate for another thing? What? The weird jello fetish isn't doing it for you any more?"
Summer	"It is my thing," Summer insisted. "Sorry I can't be satisfied with just one thing, like yours," she leaned in as she pointed her phone at Rick, "is dying alone and yours," the phone went toward Morty, "is jerking off."
Morty	"At least jerking off tracks for my character," Morty argued, "you know? I like to jerk off. I'm seventeen. I own it."
Summer	"Well," Summer countered irritably, "I jerk off, too!"
Morty	"Jesus Christ!" said Morty.
Rick	"Alright, stop," Rick intervened. Or at least tried to.
Morty	"I don't want to think about that shit!" Morty said. "Gross!"
Rick	"Summer," Rick demanded, "keep your toothpick. Morty, stop talking to your sister about jerking off! Everyone pretend podcasting isn't boring." His eyes narrowed out the windshield to the vastness of space around them before they latched onto something else that would work much better to avoid any of that. "Hey, look," he said, pointing out the small asteroid-like planet off in the distance. "That place looks like a real piece of shit dump, let's go check that out." And he'd already turned the ship that way and redirected his course for it before either of them could offer up their apathetic and unenthusiastic responses. They ultimately found themselves exploring the tunnels underneath the relatively barren and untinteresting surface of the planetoid, some unknown creature cawing in the distance as they roved underneath stalagtites and past odd structures strung with a gooey substance and little nests of bizarre eggs. Eggs that immediately garnered Rick's attention. "Whoa, Morty!" he said, kneeling next to one, leaning in for a closer look. "Look how wet this egg is."
Morty	"I don't know, Rick," said Morty, kneeling as well but shaking his head, "that looks a little too wet. D-don't touch it."
Rick	"Oh," Rick said confidently, lifting up a hand, "I'm gonna touch it."
Summer	"Why are you guys screaming at an egg?" asked Summer, who was just going to let her grampa touch all the eggs he wanted as long as she didn't have to get all up in there with the egg touching herself.
Rick	"Shut up, Summer," said Rick, both hands now cradling the very wet egg. "Just let us look at an egg!"
Morty	"Y-yeah, Summer," added Morty, "shut the fuck up. No one wants you here. Sometimes...sometimes we like to just go on adventures and look at wet eggs! You know?"
Summer	"Can we just go back home?" Summer asked. "I changed my mind about an adventure. This place is giving me the creeps."
Rick	"Holy shit," Rick's voice dropped, low and excited, as the egg he was carressing suddenly shifted. A membrane peeled back, revealing what looked like a large, singular eye as thick black tentacles unflurled and started waving in the air. "I love this egg."
Morty	"Hey, look!" Morty grinned at his egg with excitement. "Mine's doing it too!"
Summer	"Are you guys sure that's safe?" asked Summer, with a point of her toothpick. And just as she put it back, that's when the creatures from the eggs attacked with a hideous screech, launching themselves from where they were nestled and straight into the faces of their unwitting admirerers. "Oh my gawd!" Summer shouted, staring in horror for a moment as she took a step back...right into another egg, tripping her, causing her to fall back and land hard on the ground as the next egg launched toward her face. Only to impale itself right in its singular eye on the toothpick. It fell back to the ground, green goo gushing from the wound, gasping in pain for a moment before falling forward, dead.
Rick and Morty	"All is Glorzo," said Rick, coming up next to Summer, with the creature from the egg now clinging to his face, its mouth moving with Rick's voice. He lifted Summer up by the arm; Morty was on her other side, similarly afflicted with his own creature, and he did the same. Together, they moved Summer over to another egg, forcing her down to her knees. The creature in the egg squealed and squirmed and threw itself forward; it, too, found the toothpick piercing it, creating its inevitiable, swift death. "All is Glorzo!" Morty intoned, and they moved Summer to a third egg, which again met the same fate, this time covering Summer's mouth with its green gooey innards. "God," said Rick and Morty as they looked toward each other in fascination over this mysterious creature who could not be assimilated by their egg-bursting species.
Glorzos	"God?" A new voice, unfamiliar, from the mouth of the cavern they were in, belonging to another person with one of the creatures also on his face, one of a small group approaching. "She has a toothpick! Take it out and put her face in an egg!" But Rick and Morty both drop a knee in deference to Summer. "God," they repeated, again, reverently. "For fuck's sake!" the guy threw up his arms in frustration. "How long have you been hatched? 30 seconds? I've been alive seven minutes! Think before you--" "Excuse me," interrupted another voice, "seven minutes? Uhhh, I've been here for twenty-nine minutes, but...yes. Take the toothpick out of her mouth. Suck on her face this instant and use her body to--Hueeuugghhh." A horrible groan emerged from the elder as his stomach started to roil and bubble with a great internal disturbance. He clutched his stomach and squatted with the pain, until something ripped him open and dropped out of him with a mass of gooey green sinew and slime.
Summer	"...what was that?" asked Summer, pointing as if it needed specification and turned toward the Seven Minute Year old for an explanation.
Glorzo	"That," Seven Minutes gestured toward the bursted body of the elder and the egg that now lay nestled in his remains, "is called responsibility. He was part of our greatest generation! He understood that what you need to do is suck on a face, shit an egg, and die!"
Summer	"Wait," said Summer, closing her eyes for a minute and getting flashbacks from how her class must have felt earlier this week, "so all you do is live half an hour, shit eggs, and die?"
Glorzo	"Ye-ess," said Seven Minutes, probably now Eight Minutes, "we love it. I'll do it right now!" And, with an excess of gurgling sounds and a bubbling pelvis area, Eight Minutes closed his eyes tight, clenched his fists, squated and groaned in pain until he, too, burst messsily to drop an egg while his body fell lifelessly to the ground.
Summer	"....okay," said Summer, after a moment, "you guys don't have to listen to me, but..." Toothpick firmly in place, she lifted a hand. "I vote you don't do that? And...who's up for changing things up around here?" Because at least the Glablovians got to lead nice full lives before they exploded. Summer turned toward her grandfather and brother...or at least, to the creatures using her grandfather and brother as hosts right now, who slowly lifted their hands as well, and then to the group that had come in, a smile spreading on her face as they, too, joined in with their uncertain support.

Summer grinned. Now this, she decided, was more the kind of distraction she was looking for!

[[ mostly taken from Rick & Morty S04:E07 "Promortyus", mostly establishy, TBC, NFI, NFB, OOC is love~~ etc etc etc! (I was totally going to icon some Glorzos for this, but then forgot and ran out of time lol oh well ]]