The meeseeks immediately walks over to the hole in the wall and begins inspecting the damage.
"So, he'll just fix everything?" you ask, unsure of the meeseeks purpose.
"Yes, I just said that," Rick sighs.
"Oh. Well, I was just making sure," you mumble.
Rick lays down in your bed again and closes his eyes.
"I'm just gonna hang here until the meeseeks is done.
"Rick! We just crashed into h-her house. Y-ya gotta at least h-help the process move faster!" Morty whines.
"Nah. I'm *burp* tired."
"R-Rick! Come on!! Get up!" Morty screams.
"Morty, relax. The fucking meeseeks is taking care of *burp* it!"
You shift uncomfortably at the start of a quarrel.
"R-Rick!"
"Shut up for a second, Morty!"
Morty sighs, obviously showing defeat of the bicker.
You relax, knowing that the two won't be screaming at each other with you awkwardly sitting in the corner.
"W-well, is there a-anything we c-can do to h-help?" Morty asks, quietly.
"Get me a *burp* beer," Rick answers, dozing off.
Morty grunts and pulls some cash out of his pocket.
"I-I got some money," Morty grumbles. "I'm gonna go to he store and grab a 6-pack."
"I'll come. You probably don't know where the nearest store is," you offer.
"Y-yeah," Morty stutters.
Beginning to think the way he stutters is cute, you smile and attempt to hold back a blush.
Morty looks at his feet.
"Well, l-let me get dressed real quick before we go," you say as you walk into the closet.
You pick out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"I'll be right back," you inform Morty as you walk into the bathroom.
Now fully-clothed, you walk into your room and grab your wallet.
"Okay, let's go," you suggest.
"Oh, y-yeah," Morty agrees, as he snaps back to reality.
"I guess we could just go through here," you say awkwardly, pointing at the hole I the wall.
"Y-yeah. A-again, sorry about th-that," Morty apologizes, scratching the back of his head.
You step through the hole, careful not to disturb the meeseeks. Morty follows.
The leaves filter the sun, making it not so hot, it being early morning and all. You and Morty walk a couple blocks before Morty asks you a question.
"H-how are w-we gonna get the beer; we're m-minors?"
"My brother usually hangs out at the store to grab a couple of drinks ever once in a while. He can get us some."
"O-oh. Okay, cool," Morty affirms his understanding with a usual stutter.
You continue the walk as does the awkward quietness.
As the corner store comes into view, you can see your brother exit the store, already drunk, with all of his friends. One of them obviously just said something hilarious, because they were laughing like a pack of hyenas.
You reluctantly walk up to him, hating the stench of alcohol.
