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Rick took a long swig from a flask that smelled like burnt ozone. "That’s the point, Morty. You think people live in a desert-hellscape because the real estate is cheap? No, they do it because when a guy with a chainsaw for a hand is trying to graft your skin onto a kite, you don’t have time to wonder why your dad is living in a motel eating cold beans."

As Morty held the scrap, a lone Death Stalker approached—a giant of a man who went by the name Hemorrhage . He looked at Morty’s trembling hand and then at the glowing green portal Rick was calibrating.

"We’re just visiting," Morty chirped nervously. "It’s like... a theme park for trauma." Rick_e_morty_s03e02

Rick handed Morty a jagged piece of scrap metal. "Now, hold this. We’re going to build a localized time-dilator so we can spend six months here in the next twenty minutes. I need a vacation from your mother’s 'healing' wine nights."

"Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty stammered, watching his sister execute a perfect suplex on a man wearing a skull for a codpiece. "She’s been 'Wasteland Queen' for three hours and she hasn't mentioned the divorce once. It’s like she’s... actually happy here?" Rick took a long swig from a flask

Rick paused his soldering. "Deep. Real deep, Bucket-Head. Morty, don't listen to him. He’s just a background NPC with a tragic backstory meant to provide atmosphere."

The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland didn't just get into Morty’s lungs; it got into his head. Rick had just finished installing a "Isotope-321" battery into a jagged, rusted war-rig, ignoring the screams of the scavengers Summer was currently leading into battle over a bucket of dirty water. No, they do it because when a guy

The giant sat down in the dirt. "My father left when the sky turned red. I spent ten years hunting the man who killed my mother. I found him. He was a cobbler. I realized then: the wasteland isn't out there. It’s the silence after the screaming stops."