So, uh, what— What are we doing?
Stop asking questions. Stop doing meta commentary.
Just have fun.
We're going on a simple, fun, classic adventure.
You know what? It would really help if you could just say
anything other than what you don't want.
I like Mr. Meeseeks.
Okay, now we're talking.
You know what? I usually keep a Meeseeks box
in my glove compartment.
So, maybe Fascist Rick does too.
Ah. Well, look at that.
Now we're doing something we've done before.
I'm Mr. Meeseeks!
Kill this Nazi prick!
You son of a bitch!
Accepting rerouted backup data.
Operation Phoenix initiated.
Oh, come on, man.
Whoa, are you okay?
Yeah, sorry. I'm a Rick from another reality.
I got uploaded to your clone vat.
Hey, don't worry about it, man. I have a dozen.
What the heck, Rick?
Are you making clones down here?
Get out of here, Morty.
Stop asking stupid questions, Morty.
Get the f*** out of here.
You sound like a piece of sh*t.
Aw, jeez.
So, tell the truth, man. No shame.
You're looking at your shrimp body like, "What?"
Ah, is it that obvious? I'm sorry.
Yeah, my original body is more bipedal.
Uh, ape-descended.
Really? Weird.
Does your house look like a tree? Or—
No, it looks like this.
It's, like, identical to this, actually.
That is such a mindf***.
It's all good, man. I'm fine with it.
Honestly, you're doing me a huge favor by being shrimp
instead of Fascists.
What?
Goddamn it, when did this shit become the default?