You were walking along the streets of the citadel when you see a new building across the street from the Morty Daycare Storage Rick ran. It stood out with a bluish purple hue rather than the usual gold and white of the citadel, and even with how often you take strolls around the citadel, you never saw it before. The words "Morty Protection Services" were built convex in a light pink on the front of the building above the doors. You decide to walk up to it and spot a poster put up outside of it.
"Here at MPS, we believe that every Morty deserves happiness. Each year, over 10,000 Mortys are beaten and abused by their Ricks and other family members past regulation standards, so we stripped these families of their Mortys to give them the happy, healthy life they deserve.
~Rick Sanchez, dimension B-869
For more information, call or text 1-800-568-SAVE (1-800-568-7283)"
There were faded pictures of Mortys genuinely having fun with friends and family in the background of the poster. You open the glass doors in the front of the building and step inside. Inside, there was a desk and what looked to be a waiting area inside. Behind the desk was a man in a purple glittery suit and hair that somewhat looked like Brendon Urie's. He had a scar running down his forehead, across his left eye, and stopping just below the cheekbone and there was a turquoise clipboard on the desk in front of him.
"Can I help you?" He spoke rather unenthusiastically, his arms folded and rested on the desk
