Hi. I'm Citadel's new mascot, Andy.
Because this place wouldn't be home without Ricks "andy" Mortys.
Dumb.
Whoa. What happened to this place?
There's a Morty president now.
Oh, that's cute. They rebuilt.
They made it nicer.
They made it Glendale.
God damn, you're cantankerous.
Even pooping hurts now.
Yeah. Well, this place is gonna fix you right up.
Okay. So, we've got a standard Morty that's been aged to 40?
Can you reverse it?
Well, if you look at it like a bone, what we can do
is break his age in two places, remove the metal and
graft its ins back together.
That— That sounds really violent.
It's not a literal bone, Morty.
Oh. Okay.
Now brace yourself.
The process does also break every bone in your body.
Wait—
I like crayons.
Girls are gross.
I— I think I feel like myself again.
You look a little weird. Your skin's all pink like a baby mouse.
Is that normal?
Probably. Sign here for storage or disposal
of the 26 years we removed.
Wait, what? I ain't paying to store 26 years.
Well, then you're taking it with you.
I'm almost ready to sell out.
Alright. What's disposal cost?
Something unfair is happening.
There's no escape. No escape!
Let me help you. This is not a good look.
Oh, boy.
Hey, they shot me.
You are seriously hurting the Citadel experience.
Listen to me.
Drop the gun.
Death is coming for us all.
And the Citadel's a weapon of mass destruction—
Woof. You're about to get suspended with pay.
Come on, Morty. Let's get out of here before this gets political.
Was I influential?
Yeah. You were influential.
You have, like, seven ... seven blogs.
Tight.
Ugh. Too late.
Rick C137. President Morty requests you join him for dinner.
Whoa. Seriously?
You know I destroyed this place?
You've been pardoned for that, sir.
Rick, let's have dinner with the Morty president.
Morty, the idea was to get back to simple adventures.
The Citadel runs on canon.
Okay. I guess things really are just going right back to how they were.
Fine. I could eat.
But the second he reveals he's evil, we're gone.