Morty grunted and slammed his head into the dashboard. "C'mon Morty, lighten up a little." I said. Morty's head was propped up by one of his hands and he seemed super unimpressed by this whole thing. After a couple minutes of just peering outside at the night sky, and the lights from houses, and birds and shit I, finally decided to face the front. Rick shoved Morty into the front seat of the ship and took off. Soaring through the sky and y'know, flying. I was too awestruck to really say anything at first, because somehow in all the time that Rick had between the weird shit he was pulling with Morty and I, he had time to make a fucking space ship. When we got into the garage I propped Morty up and before I turned around to see exactly what it was Rick had for Morty and I, he shoved me into whatever he had made. I already knew that I was going to lose that battle, I was half asleep and not as strong as Rick to begin with. That was an unsuccessful endeavour and just ended up with me getting more bruises then I would have if I hadn't tried to "rescue" Morty. "Lay off 'im, Rick." He banged Morty's head against the doorframe and that's when I decided to lunge after them and pry Rick's hands off of Morty. "Ow! Ow! You're tugging me too hard!" I flinched with sympathetic pain. Rick dragged him across the floor and as much as I hated it I couldn't physically overpower Rick so I kinda just stood behind them both and let it happen. "Come on, I got a surprise for you." Rick grabbed Morty by the ankle and I barely had enough time to lunge and protect his head before it made some rather unpleasant contact with our floor. What are you talking about?" Morty sat up on the top bunk and talked to Rick. Hopping up and down to get my balance under control. I stood up and took my super wet and disgusting smelling pants off and put on a pair of random sleep shorts from inside my drawer. I shoved him away and he staggered a bit before stilling himself. ![]() "I got a surprise for you guys." Rick propped himself up on my bed and spilled booze all over my blanket and shirt. ![]() I'm too tired for your bullshit." I pulled my blanket up over my face, exposing my ankles. "Rick, what are you talking about," I glanced over at the blinking red light from our alarm clock on the bedside table. More importantly, he was definitely spilling booze all over my (uncool) space rug. I heard a beer bottle clang against the floor, so I assumed he was drinking, and also that he had fallen over. He flipped the light on and I closed my eyes, it was painful. I would say it was a rude awakening, but I wasn't actually asleep in the first place, so I couldn't technically be awakened rudely. I was in my bed, waiting for the sweet sweet release of sleep, when Rick barged into Morty and I's shared bedroom.
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