The Death Knell

"Don't be nervous, I am Eyeball Fire Ant Morty, and I am a good person." That Morty squatted down with a smile, and poked the huddled Morty with his finger: "You escaped too, right?"

"You too?" Morty tried not to look at the strange appearance of his other self.

"Yeah, but we all have chip locators on our necks, and we will be discovered if we leave the bunker." Eyeball Fire Ant Morty shook his head, and the fire ants crawled faster on his eyes: "And you have to admit, We are all trash. Without Rick, we are like black people leaving the black community. We may die even if we go out to buy a soda."

"Even if I die, I have already removed the control chip. I will not pick cotton for Rick." Morty twisted his neck and showed his missing piece of flesh to his compatriots: "I can also help you remove this .”

"Really?" Eyeball Fire Ant Morty was a little moved. He thought for a moment and nodded: "Then give it a try. I heard that there is another Rick in the far north, where he is very interested in his own life. The Mortys are all good and we can join him."

When Morty heard this, he sighed deeply. It was time to face the bleak reality. He was a waste and couldn't accomplish anything without Rick.

Since Hunter Rick is so bad and wants to lock people in cages, why not go see another Rick?

"Okay, let me remove the chip for you!"

After saying that, Morty reached out to touch the chip on the side of the other person's neck, and then he was covered in blood.

Perhaps because he was too heavy-handed, he also pulled out the carotid artery of Eyeball Fire Ant Morty. In just a few seconds, the poor Morty fell to the ground and blood sprayed all over the ceiling.

"No!!!"

With his hands full of blood, Morty screamed like Luke Skywalker. He knelt down in a pool of blood, hugged the body of his comrade he had killed, and drooled with regret.

Then he stretched out his trembling tongue, like a mad snake spitting out a message, and licked all the fire ants clean from the big eyes that were staring at death.

There was nothing he could do, he only ate burgers and drank Coke in his hallucination, but in fact he was still hungry.

This eyeball fire ant Morty always seduce him. He tried his best not to look at it or think about eating these fire ants.

But now everyone is in a forest of despair, where only the law of the jungle is followed.

Not eating people is his final bottom line.

The carapace full of formic acid exploded in his mouth, and Morty was stimulated to drool more, but after forcefully shaking the opponent's eyeballs a few times, reason returned to his mind again.

In order to avoid the sacrifice of his companions being in vain, he decided to embark on the journey again. Even if he had to rely on Rick to become his pet Morty, he had to choose the strongest trainer Rick.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Hunter Rick was standing outside waiting for him, with the soles of his feet hitting the ground.

"You want to leave?"

"That's right! I want to choose Rick who is more suitable for me. If you can't keep mine, even if you can get my person, you can't get my heart!" Morty answered decisively. At this moment, he is not alone. During the battle, countless Morty martyrs were possessed by their souls.

Pride spurted out from his body like this.

"You can't do anything without me! You're just a Morty!" Hunter Rick threw away his gun angrily and pointed in the direction of the door: "Then go, go, let's see who is willing to take this good-for-nothing like you! I’m telling you, there’s no difference between Republicans and Democrats!”

"If you don't want me, you will regret it!"

So Morty walked out of the hunter's underground fortification with his head held high.

Halfway through, Morty suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did he say this as if he wanted to stay?

Forget it, he shook his head vigorously to drive the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

Next, according to Eyeball Fire Ant Morty, he moved fifty meters to the north and came to a small courtyard.

In the yard, Morty saw another Rick, who was wearing floral pajamas and a perm in his hair. This grandpa was drinking juice and lovingly stroking a Morty lying on his lap.

In addition, there is a swimming pool and a chocolate fountain. Many Mortys are wearing cute handmade clothes and lying on the grass to bask in the sun.

"Is that you?" Lying on the grass in the backyard, Morty, a transgender crossdresser with gender cognitive impairment, recognized this Morty, lazily greeted him, and then turned over with his belly facing the sky. : "Want to come in and play? This Rick guy is quite nice."

"He is also going to participate in the Pet Morty Competition, right?" Morty got through the dog hole in the backyard fence and asked, "But I can't fight, I'm a waste."

"Which one of us is not a waste? Don't worry, Rick has other plans." Shemale Morty squinted his eyes, took out an 18X magazine from his arms and flipped through it: "Many Ricks want to participate in the competition, this Rick also has his goal, but it is not to become a Little Morty trainer. He wants to become the strongest Little Morty breeder and monopolize the market in the future."

"What kind of job is Little Morty's breeder? No matter how you look at it, he is more like a cat slave, right?"

Morty narrowed his eyes, because the Rick beside the swimming pool looked like the kind of lonely old man who was addicted to raising cats.

The kind of old man who died alone in his apartment and no one knew about him, his body was eaten by cats.

"How do I know so much? Anyway, I just know that I will be very happy next, suck!"

The cross-dressing Morty turned the page of the magazine with a relaxed expression, staring at the muscular man inside and drooling:

"He invented a 'gender changing ray' that can turn us into intersex people, and we can all have children, seven or eight in one child. Next, all our Mortys will start to interbreed, and then they will Crossbreed with our children, according to him, using genetic breeding methods, it only takes seven generations of crossbreeding to create the strongest improved Morty variety."

"Ugh! Farewell!"

Morty took several steps back. Although the food and housing here seemed good, he was a straight man. Even though he really wanted to try that shameful thing, he had never thought about giving birth to a child.

In short, his final bottom line is that he can attack but cannot bear it.

"Why are you vomiting? Are you discriminating against the LGBT community? How dare you?!" Morty, the cross-dressing boss, suddenly became angry and shouted: "Rick! Rick! There is a Morty here who is not politically correct enough!" "

The cat Nuric noticed him and rushed over from the swimming pool waving a strange light emitter:

"A wild Morty! Don't leave! Let me castrate you first and genetically modify your balls! Make our family great again!"

But at this moment, Morty only felt his anus tighten, turned around and ran away. He didn't want to undergo any body modification at all. This plan was too disgusting. No wonder there was something wrong with the Mortys in the backyard. It turned out that they were all castrated. Morty is waiting to be transformed!

In this way, he ran all the way north, climbed over a hill, and entered another Rick's territory.