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00:22:32
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Don't tell me you gained sentience
Baloney and an orange.
Look, Rick might be the epitome of bloated flesh privilege,
It'll get us through these asteroid sooner.
Oh, don't be sorry, sweetie. We're all in this together.
What's with the strut?
We're wasp, not monsters.
And you took that in stride?!
You be careful not to waste all your venom.
Yeah, my original body is more bipedal -- uh, ape-descended.
in a testosterone-addled fucking third-grade-boy.
I think grief flushes your cheek.
When you're born that big an asshole,
Well, I, for one, will not be accepting this verdict.
[ Crowd clamoring, camera shutter clicking ]
W-W-What the heck, Rick?
as you can see, my client is speaking nonsense.
to a family of immigrant.
What if I killed you? Would you be strut then?
Why are you pretend to eat chicken?
I think grief flush your cheeks.
Shouldn't you be reveal grandmas aren't real?
Your future stem from your [burps] present,
is either boring as hell or about to get shot.
we lay our eggs in their eyeballs
Sit down! Before I sentence you,
generate by a chip that "real" Rick put in your spine.
I-I got upload to your clone vat.
which I doubt.
Morty, I caught this socialist in my bathrobe.
to help the lost Rick get back to his primate-based reality?
People that spend their life avoiding death are already dead.
Then what happen? Where's my body?
Oh, I guess he's coming out of the courthouse now.
What's the last thing you ate?
When you're born that big an asshole,
"real" is incredibly holo-phobic.
Obviously, the most likely imposter
Apparently, it doesn't matter.
Truth is, anyone that knows how they're definitely gonna die
this is totally my fate; nothing I could possibly do;
I know exactly what I want to do.
Doing it alone or together. Making sure to keep our eyes
Yeah, sometimes we'll do classic stuff.
fucking disgusting! -Get out of here!
Finally.
by being shrimp instead of fascists.
This chicken is quite real to me.
It's, like, identical to this, actually.
Then we'll get along fine, Fascist Morty.
A bunch of us girls were gonna go skinny-dipping later,
And as far as continuity goes, the reset button's been hit.
Oh, don't be sorry, sweetie. We're all in this together.
I usually keep a Meeseeks box in my glove compartment,
Up next, an unstoppable science-fiction boy
Go ahead and open the hatch to the subterranean lab.
Look, Rick might be the epitome of bloated flesh privilege,
Morty, stop being a creepy, perverted cyberstalker.
but you are down with fascist dystopias, right?
fucking disgusting! -Get out of here!
What's so embarrassing, Morty?
He was an inferior Rick. He was too political.
That is some A.I., racist, accusatory,
A bunch of us girls were gonna go skinny-dipping later,
Certain death, certain death, certain death, uncertain death.
Kill this Nazi prick!
on the prize. Sometimes just relaxing.
He's innocent. Case dismissed.
Morty, you know outer space is up, right? Yeah, yeah.
You be careful not to waste all your venom.
Stop asking stupid questions, Morty!
I'm okay with our adventures?