It was almost thirty minutes after we escaped from the galactic outpost. Rick drove us all to Gear World, where one of Rick's friends, Gearhead, was working on his car after realizing that it wasn't functioning properly after driving into the outpost and unfortunately running Krombopulos Michael over.
Rick, Morty, Fart and I were waiting while Gearhead works on the car. Morty and Fart are watching Gazorpazorpfield. It's so weird seeing Garfield with Gazorpazorpian features.
"Your geldon convertor is pretty dinged up." Gearhead told Rick.
"Yeah, that's because my grandson drives like a male Obravadian. Yeah I said it, some stereotypes are based in fact."
"Actually, it's because of years of neglect. You really need to respect your gears, Rick. To you, they're just wheels with teeth, but in my culture, wars have been fought-"
"So I've heard. Just fix it." Rick told his friend as he rolled his eyes and walked towards us. Gearhead glared at the back of Rick's head before getting back to working on Rick's car. He said something under his breath, I don't know what. Something about Rick being uninformed.
"Ok. I don't think the Gromflomites can track us now, but it looks like we're gonna be here for a while. Or... you know, if you have that gun K. Michael dropped, we could finish the job and go home."
"The Gromflomites would still come after us even if we did, Rick." I told him, it would be pointless.
"Then I'd figure something out."
"You do understand I'm telepathic, right?"
"I'm being polite."
"Rick, we're taking him back where he belongs."
"Oh yeah, Morty, where's that? *Burp* Are you guys going on a quest to find he who smelt it?"
"I came here accidentally through a wormhole located in what you call "get out of my head, Fart. I know you're in here. Lalalalalala-" No. In what you call the Promethean Nebula."
"Oh great, just a hop, skip, and an 800 lightyear jump."
"You know, yo-you can leave anytime you want, Rick." Morty told Rick.
"Whatever you wanna do, you little punk ass little bitch." Rick muttered before he walked away from us.
"Thank you, Morty and Julia. You are not like other carbon based life forms. You put the value of all life above your own."
"It's how things should be. It's how they could be." Morty explained.
"I couldn't agree more." Fart then moved closer to us and fogged up our vision, then he began to... sing?
🎵 The worlds can be one together,
Cosmos without hatred,
Stars like diamonds in your eyes. 🎵
I stepped out of Fart as he continued to sing, wondering why the hell he got in our faces like that. Whatever it was, Morty seemed to enjoy it, is he getting high or something?
🎵 The ground can be space, space, space, space,
With feet marching towards a peaceful sky,All the moon men want things their way,But we'll make sure they see the sun,
Goodbyeeeee, moon men,
you say goodbyeee, moonmen,
Goodbyeeeeee- 🎵
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MOON MEN!! This isn't a musical number." Rick shouted at Fart, who quickly got out of Morty's head, "This-this is a fucking operation. We gotta be cool and fucking lay low."
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Little Concessions (Rick and Morty Fanfic)
FanfictionWhen Beth and Jerry Smith had their second child, Morty, they decided that two children was enough. Of course, they thought that they could only handle just two, since they were just kids themselves. But what would they do if a young child was dropp...
