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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-07-01 12:00 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-07-01 12:00 pm
The Smith Residence; Dimension FH-001; Friday Afternoon [07/01].
"Wait....wait," said Beth, leaning into the dining room as Rick shot a ray at the table to expand it to a larger size and began laying out their good china, "who's coming over again?"
"He said his nemesis?" Morty, who had been there, and still didn't even know, offered.
"Rick has a nemesis?" asked Jerry, equally confused, although that was really nothing out of the ordinary for him.
"I guess?" Morty shrugged.
"Has he mentioned him before?" Beth wondered.
"I-I was going to ask you," Morty admitted. "First I'm hearing of it."
"Who is he?" Jerry inquired. "Like a magic guy? Rick's science, and he's magic?"
"He's, like..." Morty shook his head, trying to find the words to explain it. "A....a fish?"
Jerry sounded...doubtful. "A...fish?"
"He's not a fish," Rick groused, dragging a heavy, ornate chair decked out with gems and seashells across the room to the table. "He's Mr. Nimbus. He's king of the ocean, and he's a piece of shit."
With that, he jammed the heavy chair into place, jarring the table roughly and knocking over a glass of wine, which tumbled over and started to seep over the yellow checked table cloth, and refueled Rick's rage.
"Are you happy, Morty?" he demanded, throwing up his arms. "Are you happy you touched the ocean? He's gonna be here any minute! Just help me smooth this over, or this guy's going to be more trouble than he's worth!"
"Um," said Morty, looking back at his parents for a moment before following Rick over to the table. "Hey. I don't know how much I can help out tonight, Rick? Jessica's coming over, just to, like...just to, like, watch a movie or something, but, you know! T-t-that's a good step! That's a solid step to something, y'know?"
"Truly," Rick said, throwing up his hands again after his attempts to wipe away the wine still left a stain, "nobody cares about your dick, Morty! The sooner you learn that, the better."
"I think you just don't want me happy!" Morty accused. "'Cause then I'll stop doing all your crazy chores."
"Trust me," Rick assured him, "after that ocean fuck-up, you don't get to do anything crazy. While I bullshit my way through this treaty with Nimbus...."
It was at this point that Summer made her entrance, plodding forward clad in a wetsuit complete with oxygen tank and flippers on her feet, twirling a dagger in one hand before holstering it against her thigh, a harpoon gun settled against her hip.
"Summer," Rick continued with an emphatic gesture toward his granddaughter, "is gonna dive into the Marianas Trench to recover the forbidden shell that gives him his power, because Summer can be trusted."
And as he stormed off, it was all Summer could do but to just beam proudly with an overwhelming sense of superiority and entitlement. She took that moment for all it was worth, too, cocking the harpoon gun and smirking at them all as she proudly declared, "Let's lick tits."
"Okay, what?" asked Jerry, overlapping with Beth and her scrunched up face of disapproval as she said, "I don't love that."
"Of course you don't," said Summer, rolling her eyes, and taking a moment to pointedly zip up the rest of her wetsuit, "because you guys aren't getting any."
To which Beth could only scoff, somewhat desperately, defensively as she stated, "Um, actually? Your father and I have been very," she moved over to Jerry to put an arm around him as if to prove the point, "sex-positive lately."
"....ew," said Summer, since that was clearly the only appropriate response to this information.
"Dr. Wong suggested we experiment," Beth continued to reveal, in an absolutely unnecessary fashion that was apparently unavoidable."
"We've been watching pornography," Jerry added, just to make things even worse. "Together."
"Gross!" said Morty.
And that was Summer's cue to now make her hasty exit.
"I might never come back from the ocean," she decided.
And then was off to the Marianas Trench.
Because that was her life now, apparently.
[[ seriously, though, this one is so fucking stupid, and I kind of love it? Part 1 of 2 of S5E1 of Rick and Morty, "Mort Dinner Rick Andre", or at least just the Summer parts which are almost nonexistent and yet are still easily my favorite parts. NFB for distance, but you can try to contact her. She's going to be a bit busy, though ]]
"He said his nemesis?" Morty, who had been there, and still didn't even know, offered.
"Rick has a nemesis?" asked Jerry, equally confused, although that was really nothing out of the ordinary for him.
"I guess?" Morty shrugged.
"Has he mentioned him before?" Beth wondered.
"I-I was going to ask you," Morty admitted. "First I'm hearing of it."
"Who is he?" Jerry inquired. "Like a magic guy? Rick's science, and he's magic?"
"He's, like..." Morty shook his head, trying to find the words to explain it. "A....a fish?"
Jerry sounded...doubtful. "A...fish?"
"He's not a fish," Rick groused, dragging a heavy, ornate chair decked out with gems and seashells across the room to the table. "He's Mr. Nimbus. He's king of the ocean, and he's a piece of shit."
With that, he jammed the heavy chair into place, jarring the table roughly and knocking over a glass of wine, which tumbled over and started to seep over the yellow checked table cloth, and refueled Rick's rage.
"Are you happy, Morty?" he demanded, throwing up his arms. "Are you happy you touched the ocean? He's gonna be here any minute! Just help me smooth this over, or this guy's going to be more trouble than he's worth!"
"Um," said Morty, looking back at his parents for a moment before following Rick over to the table. "Hey. I don't know how much I can help out tonight, Rick? Jessica's coming over, just to, like...just to, like, watch a movie or something, but, you know! T-t-that's a good step! That's a solid step to something, y'know?"
"Truly," Rick said, throwing up his hands again after his attempts to wipe away the wine still left a stain, "nobody cares about your dick, Morty! The sooner you learn that, the better."
"I think you just don't want me happy!" Morty accused. "'Cause then I'll stop doing all your crazy chores."
"Trust me," Rick assured him, "after that ocean fuck-up, you don't get to do anything crazy. While I bullshit my way through this treaty with Nimbus...."
It was at this point that Summer made her entrance, plodding forward clad in a wetsuit complete with oxygen tank and flippers on her feet, twirling a dagger in one hand before holstering it against her thigh, a harpoon gun settled against her hip.
"Summer," Rick continued with an emphatic gesture toward his granddaughter, "is gonna dive into the Marianas Trench to recover the forbidden shell that gives him his power, because Summer can be trusted."
And as he stormed off, it was all Summer could do but to just beam proudly with an overwhelming sense of superiority and entitlement. She took that moment for all it was worth, too, cocking the harpoon gun and smirking at them all as she proudly declared, "Let's lick tits."
"Okay, what?" asked Jerry, overlapping with Beth and her scrunched up face of disapproval as she said, "I don't love that."
"Of course you don't," said Summer, rolling her eyes, and taking a moment to pointedly zip up the rest of her wetsuit, "because you guys aren't getting any."
To which Beth could only scoff, somewhat desperately, defensively as she stated, "Um, actually? Your father and I have been very," she moved over to Jerry to put an arm around him as if to prove the point, "sex-positive lately."
"....ew," said Summer, since that was clearly the only appropriate response to this information.
"Dr. Wong suggested we experiment," Beth continued to reveal, in an absolutely unnecessary fashion that was apparently unavoidable."
"We've been watching pornography," Jerry added, just to make things even worse. "Together."
"Gross!" said Morty.
And that was Summer's cue to now make her hasty exit.
"I might never come back from the ocean," she decided.
And then was off to the Marianas Trench.
Because that was her life now, apparently.
[[ seriously, though, this one is so fucking stupid, and I kind of love it? Part 1 of 2 of S5E1 of Rick and Morty, "Mort Dinner Rick Andre", or at least just the Summer parts which are almost nonexistent and yet are still easily my favorite parts. NFB for distance, but you can try to contact her. She's going to be a bit busy, though ]]