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Rick handed Morty a jagged piece of scrap metal. "Now, hold this. We’re going to build a localized time-dilator so we can spend six months here in the next twenty minutes. I need a vacation from your mother’s 'healing' wine nights."

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_e_morty_s03e02

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. Rick handed Morty a jagged piece of scrap metal

As Morty held the scrap, a lone Death Stalker approached—a giant of a man who went by the name Hemorrhage . He looked at Morty’s trembling hand and then at the glowing green portal Rick was calibrating. I need a vacation from your mother’s 'healing' wine nights

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."

The giant sat down in the dirt. "My father left when the sky turned red. I spent ten years hunting the man who killed my mother. I found him. He was a cobbler. I realized then: the wasteland isn't out there. It’s the silence after the screaming stops."

"Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty stammered, watching his sister execute a perfect suplex on a man wearing a skull for a codpiece. "She’s been 'Wasteland Queen' for three hours and she hasn't mentioned the divorce once. It’s like she’s... actually happy here?"