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Raising Gazorpazorp

The family and I sit at the table, except for Morty, who's upstairs causing all these squeaky sounds.

"So we're just going to pretend this isn't happening? I'm not saying that's a bad idea, just asking." Summer speaks up, breaking the silence.

"Rick, why would you let Morty bring that thing into our house?" Jerry demands an answer.

"What do you want from me? He thought it looked cool. You know what I mean?" Rick says through his food. Morty runs down stairs and skols down the orange juice.

"Alright, well uh. Back up to- back upstairs." Morty nervously says before bolting to his room.

"Well, I'm intervening." Jerry says, standing up.

"Intervening with puberty? You'll turn him into Ralph Fiennes in Red Dragon. He's at that age, let's just be proud of him." Beth stops him.

"Jesus, did I really set the bar that low?" Summer asks.

"Don't worry, I've done worse." I say after a long sip of my apple juice.

The squeaking stops and Morty comes rushing down the stairs.

"Uhm, Rick and Y/N! Could you come with me please? Quickly!" I look at Rick and we get up and go upstairs to see what is going on.

Standing inside the room I see an orb floating around and I look at the boys next to me.

"Where's the sex robot, Morty?" Rick asks.

"That is Gwendolyn, I mean the robot. She started beeping and then transformed and tried to fly away." Morty explained.

"Strange, that's usually the man's job. You know what I'm talking about, Morty? Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!" I sigh at Rick and sit down at Morty's desk. "Morty, that's my catch phrase remember? Remember how I cemented that catch phrase? Alright, alright, seriously though, let me grab this thing."

Rick jumps up and grabs hold of 'Gwendolyn', jumping on top of the bed and grunting at the swift movement of the robot.

"Okay, unacceptable!" Beth yells as she enters Morty's room.

"What is going on?" Jerry yells. 

'Gwendolyn' stops mid air and opens a contraption and drops out a newborn hybrid into Morty's arm. 

"Alright, uh oh." I say, getting up and standing next to RIck.

" 'Uh oh'? What is that?" Beth looks to me and Rick.

"I think Morty's robot was designed for more than long weekends." I say. I look to Rick who drills something into Gwendolyn's head and it collapses as he opens her waistband and digs around.

"Genetic compiler, incubation chamber... Yup, this here's some kind of baby maker. And that there's half Morty, half who-knows-what. It's my bad, guys, I'll take care of it. Rick pulls out a gun and the Smith's all protect the infant while I stand in front of him.

"Rick, man, come on." I say, quietly. He lowers the gun but pushes me away slightly.

"Listen, you guys quarantined the house when Summer brought olives back from Mexico. I-I mean this thing could grow to the size of Delaware. I mean, it might eat brains and exhale space Aids. We gotta be careful." He warns.

"I lost the chance to be careful, Rick. I'm a father now. You know. It's time for me to be responsible. Isn't that right-

"Don't name it!" Rick interrupts.

"Morty Junior?" Morty finshes.

"Crap, he named it." Rick says, defeatedly.

"Well,  dad, it's a living thing. And it's half-human." Beth comments.