"Are you building a giant statue of yourself?"

Morty and Liz were playing Minecraft together when Morty asked her the question. Liz gave a suspicious laugh. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you're conceited?" Morty responded. "Come on, those look exactly like your converse."

Liz stuck her tongue out at him and began building her legs. "Come on, Mort. You can't deny this face is glorious."

Morty snickered at being called Mort. As far as Liz knew, she was the only one to call him that. His family just called him Morty, and his grandpa was always full of affectionate insults.

Speaking of the devil, Rick walked into the room. "A giant statue?" he commented. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"I think there's a giant statue at the citadel," Morty said.

"Gross," Rick replied, opening up a beer and sitting next to Morty.

"Wanna play?" Liz asked.

"You bet," Rick replied, grabbing his laptop. "And I'm gonEURGHna build a st-statue even bigger and better than yours."

"Bring it on," Liz challenged.

It had been about a week since the kids' last outpatient session, and Liz had been over at Morty's house everyday. She didn't have any friends back home. Her bipolar disorder had scared them away. But now, she had Rick and Morty, and she was honored to call them her friends.

Together, they were happy.

So we've come to the end of this fix. Thank you to everyone who took the journey with me. You guys made it worth it. I plan on starting a role-reversed sequel with aged up Morty/Liz. Join me there if you're interested.