The Death Knell

The yellow T-shirt he wore clung to his skin in the rain. Morty wiped the rain off his face and looked around:

"Deathstroke Rick, I don't see the women's room, but there is a polling station here for the presidential election."

Not far from the park path is a big road. There are many shops and many pedestrians on the roadside. Of course, the most conspicuous one is the voting station covered with stars and stripes. There are many people queuing in front of it, looking impatient. appearance.

"You're so stupid, that's the toilet! Isn't it better to choose one of the two? It's like the toilet is divided into men and women. They are all shit, and the place where they are is the toilet. Idiot, you have to see through the phenomenon. Just get to the essence, don’t forget, you are in a virtual world now!”

Deathstroke Rick seemed angry, but all Mortys are masochists, and the more he was insulted by Rick, the closer he felt to him.

After all, they are all grandpa's peers.

"Stop scolding me, why don't I just go in now?" Morty held his head in grievance and walked towards the station, but he still rolled his eyes and asked, "You won't trick me into doing anything weird, will you? ?”

"You think too much, you know, heresy, do you want to be burned by a flamethrower? Like the Vietnamese in the rainforest?" The sound of the death knell came faintly, and at the same time there were some clanging metal pieces. Parts sound.

"No, it's too dark! Although I have a little amnesia and my mind is very messed up, I always feel as if I have been burned many times in the past."

After saying this, Morty entered the voting station smoothly. The people in line originally protested against his jumping in line, but after he kicked several people in the crotch, he still entered smoothly.

I looked up and saw that in addition to the desks and chairs where votes were written, there were striptease cheerleaders belonging to the two presidents dancing around.

Morty's eyes instantly drifted to those women and he swallowed.

"Stop looking and think about business. They are just a series of numbers, and they are all various female Mortys. Every one of them who escapes is bigger than you." The voice from the sky came again, shattering Morty's Sweet dreams.

"Ugh!" A rainbow flowed from the mouth of the boy who was in high spirits just now.

"Just understand. Now move your fat ass like a Kardashian. Do you see the ballot box on the high platform over there? Jump on it and defecate in it. Use it as a cat litter box." Deathstroke Rick The instructions came again, and the tone gradually became darker.

The surrounding hallucinators obviously couldn't hear the conversation, but Morty still looked guilty.

He shrank into a corner furtively, looked around carefully, and whispered:

"No, Rick, are you serious? Will putting a note in the ballot box really bring me back to reality? And, how do you know I have a fetish for using the cat litter box?"

"What nonsense, I'm your grandpa! Stupid Morty, that ballot box only looks like a ballot box, but in fact it is a toilet. As for why you use it to leave the digital world, you have thought about it in the past Nemo Why can you leave the matrix by making a phone call? It’s hard for me to explain to you with your IQ, so hurry up and do it now!”

"Oh, okay, even if there are hundreds of people looking at me, they are just illusions, so it shouldn't be a big problem." After saying that, Morty still obeyed Rick's command, took off his jeans and the diaper inside, and put on the A mosaic started to run.

Then he jumped under the stage, kicked his legs in the air a few times, and landed firmly on the ballot box under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Pfft! Crack, bang, bang!"

Then, nothing happened. There was no sign of breaking away from the illusion or waking up on some spaceship.

Moti's big head suddenly shed drops of sweat.

"Rick, this is different from what you said! Help, I can't get off the stage now! Even if the people around me are all hallucinations, I still feel embarrassed!"

"As long as you are not embarrassed yourself, then others will be embarrassed. Why are you anxious? A Hollywood actress sleeping with her boss may not necessarily win an Oscar. The principle is certainly correct. Just adjust the angle and try a few more times. .”

Deathstroke Rick replied, his tone full of determination and incomparable confidence.

It sounds equally reasonable.

So Morty moved his butt a few times, and amid everyone's horrified expressions, there was another string of firecracker-like noises.

This time there was a reaction. Several men in black came out from nowhere. All the stun guns in their hands were fired at Morty. Wires were inserted into the boy. Suddenly he started to break dance with a mosaic, and then He vomited black smoke and fell to the ground, losing control of his urination and defecation.

The leading man in black pulled up his collar and reported to his superiors through the micro intercom: "Yes, the situation in the toilet has been controlled. Congratulations, it's a boy. He may have figured out something. He will return to the headquarters."

Just like that, Morty woke up in a strange environment as he wished.

There was an extra pair of bracelets on my hands, and I was also put on new orange clothes. The new room was not big, and the decoration was good. It was all iron bars.

"Rick? Are you there? I feel a little bit wrong."

Morty woke up from a hard bed. What he wanted was freedom, so why did he end up in prison instead?

"Don't panic, everything is as expected. Don't you think the things happening around you are very absurd? This means that you are still in the virtual world. Now, aren't you right next to the toilet?"

From the death knell came the sound of cracking melon seeds and the sound of cork opening a wine bottle. He seemed to be drinking and clinking glasses with someone.

Morty has always felt that something is wrong, because the things happening around him are too exaggerated and irrational, which is why he always insists that they are all hallucinations.

After hearing what Deathstroke Rick said, he took a deep breath: "I understand, Rick, so what should we do next?"

The voice from the sky replied: "You are now in a digital hallucination in a deep dream in the quantum space of a parallel world. If you want to return to reality, you may have to endure a lot of hardship, but I will help you."

"Rick" Morty was a little moved. He sniffed and said, "I will listen to you. I am really fed up with this crazy world."

"Very good. First of all, you should have learned from movies, right? In order to get rid of dreams, you first need a top. Without a dream top, you can't distinguish between dreams and reality,"

Deathstroke gave the next step of instructions, with a little laugh:

"Prison is a good place. You won't be discovered by the Lord of Dreams in a short time. Now you need to remove the light bulb on your head and transform it into your top. Morty, I can't pick you up for some reasons, but I will always give you instructions.”