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Rick and Morty need a break.
time to take the op[burps]posite of your medicine.
How is the... "cru-dite?"
What did the booger version of you mean
[ Rapid beeping, creature whimper ]
There's a plasma shard in the Abadango Cluster.
[ Electricity crackles ] While you were flapping your parasitic turd holster,
my narcissism, my crippling loneliness,
Try swallowing the giant ball of snot
It takes more than that to kill Rick and Morty, motherfucker!
I downgraded to a clamshell for emergencies only.
Is the kale prepared in the kitchen?
the decryption key that neutralizes the virus.
in your pussy brain for 70 years of delusion,
[Gurgles] purifies your system.
[ Rick and Jessica bicker ] Jacquelyn, I --
[ Engine sputter ] Wha!
[ Bottles clink ]
[ Glasses tink ] Tink.
[ Wails ]
[ Cellphone vibrate ] Go for Morty.
No! [ Booth hiss, whirs ]
the decryption key that neutralize the virus.
I downgrade to a clamshell for emergencies only.
[ Glass shatter ]
[Gurgles] purifies your system.
We yank them from their homes and locked them in a can.
[ Weakly ] Rick?
Morty, do the healthy thing and voluntarily retoxify yourself.
nothing I've even remotely considered in the past.
Honestly, I don't care either way.
I hope you both found that detox sufficiently relaxing.
You're literally incapable of seeing the bigger picture.
I can't fucking do this anymore!
They must be somewhere. They ain't over here, bro.
That was seriously fucked up. We almost died.
Oh, so now because I'm made entirely of toxins I'm also a liar?
I mean, obviously if someone special comes along...
That sounds like a good idea. It's definitely a good idea.
The machine didn't blow up. It worked normally.
* Suck my holdie-flappy folds
Now we'll just reverse this hacky toxicity beam.
Class dismissed! [ Indistinct chatter ]
You said we were merging. I lied, dumbass! I lie about everything!
my narcissism, my crippling loneliness,
if there's an algorithmic expression
[ Demonic whooshing, screams ]
[ Ominous music plays ]
[ Cheers and applause, triumphant music plays ]
Oh, yeah. Like, penis in the foreskin kind of love...
[ Electricity crackles ] While you were flapping your parasitic turd holster,
inside a [burps] sentimental jackass,
my irrational attachments.