"Morty. Morty. MORTY!" "What do you want Rick?" I reply. "Morty, come to the garage Morty. It will be worth your time Morty." I was in the batroom at the time when I heard this. If you don't already know, I'm Morty Smith. My grandpa, Rick Sanchez, is a crazy scientist. "Morty! Moooorty." "Ok Rick, I'm coming." I walk to the garage in my pajamas. When I get to the garage, there is a giant pickle in the middle of the garage. The pickle has arms, legs, a blue unibrow, a complete face, wait, A BLUE UNIBROW?! It was then that I realized that the pickle-man in the garage was Rick! "Rick what have you done!?" "I turned myself into a THICC pickle Morty. I'M THICKEY RICKEY! Come on over here and give me a squeeze.
He was obiously refering to the large pickle nose in his face. I walk up to him and wrap my hands around his abnormally large nose, and I squeeze it. I squeeze it hard. "Oh Morty." He mutters. Then the nose started to squirt out a greenish liquid. Pickle juice? Suddenly, my sister Summer walks in. "I turned myself into a THICC pickle Summer. I'M THICKEY RICKEY! Come over here and give me a squeeze."
