somethingwithturquoise: (ohmygod he's not bluffing)
Because an overgrown world with feral versions of her family wasn't enough of a mind-fuck for Summer today, she was now being marched through a new location in handcuffs, feeling equal parts awe and fear. "A city of Grampas?"

"It's the Citadel of Ricks," Morty explained. "All the different Ricks from all the different realities got together to hide here from the government."

He's not a villain, Summer, but he shouldn't be your hero. )

And back on Earth, in what used to be the White House, a whole bunch of Gromflomites struggled to make sense of it all as their single centralized galactic currency dropped from being worth one of itself, to being worth zero of itself. And since no one is willing to do anything about it without the promise of money, which no one has any longer, the Federation descended into complete anarchy, its members fighting over the most menial of material possessions until they all jumped ship and started for the stars, abandoning Earth once and for all.


[[awww, yeah, I'm going to squirt canon ketchup all over this fandom hot dog. Cut for spoilers and length (and a lot of swearing), part 3 of 4, continued from here and here.]]

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