A Final Season of Rick and Morty

17 -- Lollipop and Self-Destruction

Rick slams his door shut and faces it, head tilted towards it, trying to get over what Rayna said and everything burning in him right now.

Morty says, "W—W... Did something happen?"

Rick tries to relax, "No." He sighs and throws a crushed bag of chips at Morty's lap. "Let's do the last one," pulling from his bag a flashlight with color filters and holds out a fuzzy lollipop.

To Morty, it looks like it tastes terrible.

"Here. Suck this until it tastes bad."

A guy in the corner chuckles and says, "That's what she said."

"Get the fuck out!" Rick barks. The guy leaves and Rick kicks the door shut. "Fuck this night," he sighs. He turns to Morty and motions to the lollipop Morty was still holding, "Don't wimp out on me now."

Morty braces for the worst and shoves it in, but, "Hey, whaddya know. It tastes pretty good."

"Yeah, (I wish 'that's what she said')." Rick turns the flashlight on and flips the color filter. "We'll start with blue. He's the safest."

"He??"

Rick turns the room light off to a blue-lit room.

Morty looks around, not feeling anything new—"AHH!" he jumps. "How'd he get in here?" He walks away from a cross-eyed blue jelly-blob of a man that had sat next to him, but he disappears and appears behind him.

"The lolli personifies light," Rick says, reclining on the bed, then he starts eating his own bag of chips, "as hidden fears ~UURP~ or strengths or some shit. Blue's, like, intellect, I think."

Morty moves away from Blue again to sit next to Rick, and Blue waddles over as word-like sounds fall out of his mouth, "Duhhh huh jiggy hob nuhh." He sits next to Morty and rests his head on his. Morty leans away, into Rick, and Rick pushes with one hand to keep him put. Blue rests his whole body on Morty, his fat enveloping him, and globs of drool start to approach Morty's lap.

"Rick, ok—Ew ew ew ew—"

Still holding Morty out of his personal space, Rick changes slides one-handed. "Second is Social-whatever, ~UURP~ you get the idea."

The room turns purple.

Now a purple guy in just underwear stands in front of Morty, staring at him, then begins poking Morty's face. Morty squirms away as Purple tries to put his fingers in Morty's nose and mouth and ears, all his fingers, all at once, looking sad and worried that Morty doesn't like it and tries harder as Morty says, "Ew—Aw jeez—Gross—Oh my god—Ok—God, stop—Quit it."

Rick waits until Morty is about to get up, then turns the room yellow.

A shrieking yellow guy now runs and jumps around the room, full speed, shaking his arms, trying to rip out his hair, yelling in Morty's face every time he circled the room, like the room is on fire. The anxiety of it builds in Morty as he gradually starts to scream with him, until Rick can't stand it, so he flips filters.

The room turns orange and becomes filled with orange people, in rows, with a giant faceless one in front telling them to bend their body and limbs out in awkward and uncomfortable positions. They all try to follow orders but have no space for everyone to do as their told, thus pushing Morty around. Rick holds him by the back of his collar to keep him near.

The room turns green and animals roam as if in a forest. Morty says, "I thought you said it makes people?"

A green dog says, "Dogs have the IQ of a human child. That means we're people, you dick. Have some empathy." A shark starts swimming in the air and Morty begins freaking...