It was unbelievable really, but somehow everything had aligned perfectly and all 50 Mortys had made it to school. This meant that J-19-Zeta-7 really had a day to himself. Cop was already at work on the citadel and Storage would probably leave as soon as he woke up. Which could be a few hours. Since he was the only one in charge of the Daycare, he got to choose his own hours, meaning he went in whenever he felt like it. So J-19-Zeta-7 decided to make the most out of his 7 hours of freedom by turning on some music on getting some deep cleaning done. Maybe that's lame, but he lived in a house with 53 people, and nothing seemed to stay clean for long. Especially since most of the patrons were boys. Teenage boys. Even with their best foot forward they had the ability to just manifest dirt. It was a good thing he found cleaning by himself to be relaxing. Bringing everything back to being organized and well thought out helped cut through some of the chaos.

"House, play something... Upbeat, please."

"Fine." The AI barked back. "Starting, "Good Times" playlist."

"Thank you,"

"Whatever,"

Just as the opening notes of "Mozart- Sonata No. 17 in C" rang through the house, he caught up to his mistake, "Oh, and localize it to just the ground floor, if you could, we don't want to diStoragerb Storage."

"No, of course we don't." The house followed Rick's request but if the system had been built with a face it would have rolled its eyes.

The front door led into a hallway, on the left was a room that was almost a storage room, filled with a random assortment of things they weren't sure what to do with. Like a junk drawer but an entire room instead of just a drawer. On the right? The staircase that led to all three of the Ricks' rooms. At the end of the hall was the kitchen, dining, and living rooms, which had a continuous flow from one room to another. The door by the refrigerator went out to the garage, Ricks' preferred workspace. Of course, that is where the secret elevator that brought the Mortys down to their hidden underground rooms. Or more like, hidden dorms? Either way that was where the kids disappeared everyday.

He clapped twice, like an impatient rich man claps for his butler, and with that several robotic arms came out from the walls, "We'll start from the top and work our way down." He always split the work as evenly as he could between the AI and himself to keep it fair. The helping hands would reach anything he couldn't or struggled to. So with his music, cleaning supplies, and helpers, he was ready to get some serious work done.

"Wow, seems like I'm missing quite the party,"

He jumped at the sound of the voice, and threw the glass he was about to place in the cupboard. Luckly, a helping hand was quick enough to grab it before it fell to the floor. He turned around and of course he knew who it was, but he was still shocked.

Storage snickered. "So this is what you do when you're alone? Can't believe you can do whatever you want, and you choose to clean the house while listening to… Classical music?"

"Good morning to you too, Storage," He smiled, a little embarrassed but overall still in a good mood. He was going to be alone again soon enough then he could be as boring as he wanted without outside judgement. "House-"

"Yeah, yeah I'm on it." She snapped as the music stopped.

"So Doof, who are those people outside?" He took a can of orange pop from the fridge, cracked it open, and slumped down into one of the stools around the kitchen's island.

Doofus Rick shook his head. He wasn't big on the nickname Doof but he knew that he didn't mean any harm by it. And he was sure Storage didn't love his name either. Titles were easier than names in this house. He had a pretty good idea of who the people outside were, and he was really hoping for another day where he could avoid them at all costs. "House, the door is locked isn't it?"

"Duh."

Being a public figure had its perks at times, but then it had great downfalls. Like people standing outside your house waiting to bombard you with questions. Doof sighed. "T-t-they'll just leave if we wait long enough."

Storage wasn't satisfied with that answer, so he got back up and made his way toward the door. "I'll get rid of 'em." When he swung open the door, the crowd's chattering died down and some camara lights flickered. "Ugh," His hand went up as a flex to shield his eyes, "Who still uses flash photography?" When he could see again, he was almost surprised by the sheer amount of people out there, all clamoring over each other to get a good look at the sucker that opened the door, but it quickly became apparent that he wasn't exactly who they were looking for.

Some of them looked back and forth at each other, then back at him. "Rick?"

Oh. Right. They knew nothing about multiple dimensions beyond theirs. Fuck. "No, I'm his brother." Cop. He couldn't forget about Cop. "One of his brothers. We're.. Triplets." Yeah that sounded good enough. It would explain away the visual similarities and in a way they were brothers, same parents, just different timelines… Same genetic code who existed outside of each other and became different through unique experiences and in a way that was how twins worked. Nature's clones. But of course since they grew up separately in different dimensions that meant their parents weren't exactly the same people because the environment takes a role in shaping a person and that means that they both are and are not related. Storage was completely lost in thought until he heard someone in the crowd sigh in relief.

"Oh thank goodness."

One woman whispered, "He looks greasy."

"He smells greasy too... like bacon," the woman next to her muttered back.

"Brothers?" Someone questioned.

"Brothers!" A faceless voice shouted.

He took a drink from his soda can. "We aren't exactly close," in a literal sense, they were dimensions apart.

"We can see why,"

"I heard that asshat." They were just being mean. He took a swig from his pop. Time to wrap things up. "Alright dirtbags," Putting some force behind his voice he continued. "Quit your mummering and tell me why the Hell you're here." Everyone shut up, and before anyone could respond he continued. "Or b-better yet, you listen and I'll tell you why you're here. To bother Rick Sanchez, the genius scientist," Was he bragging a little? Yes, absolutely. He knew that in this dimension, especially on Earth he was a big deal. A hero really. Even though he never liked to talk about it, that Doofus had really changed his planet for the better. But of course, that put him in a place most Rick's tried to avoid. The unforgiving, never ceasing, public eye. "And I'm here to tell you to scram. You all know his grandson Morty is dead right?" He paused, as they all turned to look at each other.

"He died?"

"That's what I said."

"How did he die?"

Now he couldn't say what really happened. For one, it would mean telling them about the multiverse. And secondly that was much more effort than he was willing to do. So he had to come up with a close enough lie to fool all of these… Fools. "They were at that camp nearby with the Storagepid, made up sounding name-"

"The one that the founder gave up naming halfway through?"

"D-don't interrupt me. But yes, obviously that one. Anyway Rick and Morty went hiking and then bam. A rockslide." There. Good enough.

"And?"

"What do you mean "and?" Put two and two together, you're supposed to be reporters aren't you? Morty got crushed to death by a bunch of rocks. End of story."

Inside the house, Doof couldn't help but think of what had really happened. He tried to shake it off but that sinking feeling was coming back. That lonely emptiness he felt when Morty... Who maybe wasn't from his dimension and looked a little like Eric Stoltz, but still for all intents and purposes he was his Morty. Whom he had assumed would outlive him. The day the Citadel of Ricks was suddenly transported into the middle of the Galactic Federal Prison, they had just happened to be there. Passing through. But they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Morty had been standing in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time. J-19-Zeta-7 watched as it just took a second for the impact to smash his grandson.

There were many gasps and blank stares. One voice finally broke through the Storagenned silence. "That's…. Horrible."

"Poor Rick,"

"He must be devastated."

They had no idea. Cop and Storage were the only ones who knew. But that didn't make him feel better. They didn't understand. How could they? No one could.

"I know you sick fucks are just going to treat this as the next hot topic because you see him and his life as a form of entertainment that lets you escape from your own dull, meaningless existences, so all I ask is you do it far away from here. Go," He made a shooing motion towards the crowd. "Get. Before I turn on the electric wires we have placed under the grass." That made everyone scramble over each other to get off Rick's lawn. There were no wires. What suckers. And with that he slammed the front door shut. He turned around to see Doof, standing in the hallway with an uneasy look on his face. "There. Told you I'd get rid of them."

"Thank you, y-you didn't have to do that for me." As unpleasant as it was to be reminded of his Morty's… Passing, it was nice knowing that Storage had bought him some time out of the spotlight.

"Whatever. Don't mention it." Storage brushed past Doof as he made his way back towards the kitchen. "Literally don't mention it, that experience gave me a headache." Not only that but his can was empty already, so he had to grab a new one from the fridge.

Storage rolled his eyes and popped the fridge open, about to crack open yet another can of unbranded orange pop but noticed Doof standing behind him looking at him, like he was nervous, and wanted to say something, but was hesitating. "What?"

"I- I was just thinking, if you have a headache, I could make you a nice cup of tea."

"Tea?" Him? Drinking tea? Since when would he want to do that?

"It would be warm and relaxing, low in sugar and if I made an herbal tea it would be caffeine free." He glanced down at the floor, cause he didn't like the off putting look Storage was giving him. Oh he should have just stayed quiet. Storage was an adult, he could make his own choices. "It's, it's just a suggestion, you can-"

"Sheesh alright," he sat down at one of the bar stools along the kitchen's island. "Go ahead, make me some tea but it better be amazing."

"Well, I'll go ahead and pick something out." He opened up the cabinet to the left of the oven door and a dark wooden tray sprung forward complete with almost anything you could think of that you could want or need for tea. One half filled with sugar and spice and everything nice and the other side had things like a tea kettle, spoons, and reusable fabric tea bags. Doof gathered the things he thought he'd need before pushing that particular tray downward, bringing another one filled with colorful little ceramics forward.

"Woah," Storage went over and kneeled down on the floor to get a closer look. Upon closer inspection there were six wooden shelves all the same exact size with precisely 25 equal square sections. It was designed so the shelves could be moved up or down and roll another one to the front. He pressed down on the one in front of him only to discover it had quite a bit of heft to it and wasn't going to suddenly move out of place. It was like a well made ferris wheel, or maybe better put, like a tea rolodex.

"Why did you build it like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's… Stupid. Well made but stupid. You could've just made a regular shelving unit."

"W-well, I could have and if I was left to my own devices I probably would have, but I didn't come up with the design." In an attempt to keep himself busy, a true act of avoidance, he turned on the stove top and walked the kettle to the sink, where he flipped on the faucet and let the water pour in. "Besides, I don't think it's s-stupid, it-it's creative."

"Oh." And that was his que to stop talking since he was only going to dig himself into a hole.

So Storage turned his attention to the candy colored ceramics that fit snugly into the walls of each section. They were like little houses in a suburban neighborhood; all looking the same in size and shape, all cubes with lids that looked like rooftops with round button equse knobs to open them up. The walls that formed the sections almost acted like little wooden fences separating the houses in this candy colored suburb. Storage watched him leisurely lean over and grab one yellow container, without even looking.

"How the Hell do you find anything in here? Nothing is labeled."

Doof filled a reusable tea bag with the tea he had chosen. "There is a system to it, organized in columns by leaf, black, white and so on, then each row is a different possible type of added flavor and all the containers are color coded. But if I'm being honest, I just go by memory."

After he returned the other one he had retrieved back in it's rightful place, he reached over and pulled the one in the uphand left corner of the tray and handed it to Storage. About the size of a rubik's cube, it was a deep dark, nearly black blue with little random flecks of color embedded in the glaze that made the ceramic glisten in the light and gave it a cool and smooth finish to the touch. There were intricate swirling grooves that had been carved into the sides.

Impressed, Storage nodded his head in approval. "I never knew you were so artistic."

"I'm not. He was." The silence, though brief, was strong enough to make the air thick and hard to breathe. "This," He pointed to the blue ceramic he had handed Storage, "Is the first one he made for me. He had m-made it in pottery class." A watched pot never boils but he stared down the kettle while he spoke because he couldn't bring himself to look away. "I-I was so proud, and I asked him where he thought we should display it, and he said we should use it for the loose leaf tea I kept buying. I protested at first, arguing that it was a piece of art and no one would get to see it if we just used it for my tea collection that was getting out of hand." He moved to the cupboard on the right hand side of the oven where he kept the mugs, set one on the counter, and placed the tea bag inside. "B-but h-he said he didn't care if anyone got to see it, he made it for me, not everyone else. He just wanted me to get some good use out of it." he cleared his throat and stared straight ahead as he took the kettle off the hot burner. Once he poured the scalding water over the tea bag the room filled with the sweet, comforting scent of apples.

Glancing back at the unlabeled tea rolodex, Storage couldn't help but notice all the empty spaces inside that would never be filled. Shaking his head, he moved back to the seat he had claimed earlier at the island. "He was a good kid." He wished he had something more comforting, something kinder, something more profound. Or maybe it would have been the perfect time to admit that he knew what it was like to lose someone. But he didn't really want to open that bag, not yet. And since he was back at his seat, he noticed the amount of notifications he had on his phone, all of which were either news updates, or concerned Morty's texting in between their classes. Oof. He was so caught up in the euphoria of good craftsmanship he had already forgotten that he had just let out a big secret of Doof's.

Doof always had his phone near him just in case, but after Storage said what he did… He knew it was best to try and ignore it for the time being. He could hear each buzz, and the urge to text and call back every single Morty was there, but he already knew what they wanted to talk about. And to be honest, he felt particularly fragile at that moment, and he was worried if he tried to say anything he might shatter into pieces. So that meant he had to compartmentalize and focus on the task at hand, making tea.

He set down one mug that said World's Greatest Grandpa and another that read Best Grandpa Ever. He didn't feel the need to break out his tea set, since this was not a formal tea party. He poured both cups full of the tea, which was dark yellow, almost brown? It didn't look super appetizing, but it smelled absolutely amazing, like a fresh apple pie. For some extra flavor and flare, he dusted the tops with a cinnamon and powdered sugar mixture he had made and proudly set one mug on the counter for Storage.

He took a sip. Just as he thought. It was hot as fuck.

"Be careful, it's hot," but his warning came too late.

"Holy shit, this is amazing," And much to the horror of both Doof and his tongue he took another sip of the scalding liquid.

Doof smiled, "Glad you like it." It was nice to have someone sentient give him feed back on his tea making skills. Especially another Rick. Maybe it was silly but it felt validating to know Storage and Cop, two Rick's that didn't accuse him of eating his own poop. He didn't have anything to prove and he knew that but it was just nice to have other Rick's agree that he was just as capable and intelligent as any other version of himself.

"Oh man, you might have the right idea with the whole tea thing," Storage was burning through that cup, good thing Doof had more.

On one hand he was impressed with his friend's pain tolerance, but on the other he was rather distubed. That tea was near boiling when he gave it to him.

Suddenly the House AI spoke, "Rick, it's noon."

"Oh! Ph, thank-thank you for reminding me House."

"Pay more attention next time."

Storage rolled his eyes, "Y-you know the saying, 'if these walls could talk'? Who knew the answer would be that they'd be a major bitch?"

Doof gasped, "Storage please, be kind to House, p-please don't call her derogatory terms." He pleaded as he used his portal gun to open a portal along the back wall of the dining room. Cop stretched as he walked in through the portal, then immediately went for the cupboard for a mug and right to the coffee maker. Before he could say anything, Storage completed the conversation he was having with Doof.

"Oh yeah, sure, we wouldn't want to hurt the cold unfeeling hard drives feelings."

But of course without context Cop thought that statement was somehow directed at him. Huh. He hadn't considered greeting Doof's house before, was he being rude by not doing so? He did not want to be rude. Oh well, no time like the present to start being better. "Good afternoon Doof, Storage, and uh, House," he said as he helped himself to a heaping cup of joe.

"Good afternoon to you too," Doof happily chirped back.

He took a deep breath in. "It smells great in here, like apples and bacon. What are you guys making?"

"How did this joke get pinned on me? I'm not the pig here."

Cop's remark reminded Doof that he needed to start dinner early since he planned on pot roast, if he started now it'd be finished by the time they had to eat. So he punched a code into a keypad he installed on one of the cabinet doors, and the dining room ceiling opened up and an oversized crock pot was lowered onto the table. Then he grabbed a sack of potatoes and went ahead and put them all in one side of the sink, rolled up his sleeves, and turned on the water. As he started scrubbing those down, he asked, "So, do you know of the best time for us to make our next move?"

Taking the bar stool next to Storage Rick, Cop took a drink from his mug, only to realize it was lukewarm coffee from that morning. He was still going to drink it though, no point in letting good coffee go to waste. "Well, President Morty is going to give a speech on Friday at 8p.m.. It's all anyone is talking about. If we can portal into Mortytown during that speech, not only would we be more successful than before, but we should be able to go unnoticed."

"What will the meeting point be?"

"Most Rick's refuse to go to the Creepy Morty even if they're bored-"

Storage cringed at the thought of a Rick being at the Creepy Morty just to be there. "Thank goodness for that."

"That place gives me the whim whams." A chill ran down Doof's spine just thinking about it. He tried to shake it off by continuing his work, and got down a cutting board and a knife from the knife block, cutting the potatoes into slices.

It was a horrible place, he agreed. But it was logical to utilize the space while they could. "Yes but it will definitely be Rick free, all of Mortytown should be, with an important event going on. And I can hack into any security measures from the police headquarters."

It was easy for Storage to sneak Morty's in and out of the daycare with him, so before they even discussed it, he knew his role to play. "I'll take a few Mortys back to the daycare with me to start spreading the news."

"If we are meticulous, we will not only be successful, but untraceable as well." And more Mortys could come home with them than usual as well. This would be an overwhelming success if everything went according to plan.

"As long as Morty doesn't screw this up for himself, everything will be smooth."

Doof and Cop both gave each other uneasy looks because, even though it wasn't a nice thing to think about such a good kid, they couldn't really argue with that statement. They really had to rely on him to be careful. If any other Rick found out what they were up to… Well, it would be over for all of them.

J-19-Zeta-7 turned toward the other two as he made his way to the giant crock pot to start concocting the recipe. "W-well, I-I believe in him, I think it will all work out!"

Because they were all Ricks, they didn't always have to say something out loud to know what the others were thinking. They were all different sure, but every so often they just knew what the others were thinking. And they were all thinking, "Ugh, yeah, I sure hope it does." Because let's face it, that vine really said it all.

Cop retrieved his buzzing phone from his pocket and was about to answer when he saw Morty's name sprawl across the screen, but before he could, Storage snatched it from his hand and tossed it all the way into the living room. Now that, that, was an example of them being out of synch.

"Trust me. I know why he's calling. It's something we'll handle later."

He had no idea what he was talking about, but he had faith in his new partners. He could tell that these two were good Ricks. Even if one of them, not pointing any fingers, was a little rough around the edges. Cop had wanted to become an officer on the citadel to help others and now he was, but who would have guessed that it would mean breaking the rules to do so? Of course, he still wanted to put his best foot forward while he was on the job, which meant he needed to go so he could be back precisely five minutes early from lunch.

That afternoon seemed to breeze by as Doof cleaned and Storage sat and watched only offering snide remarks as help. By the time all of the Morty's were home from school, all three Ricks were home ready to greet them at the door. They sort of had a system of placing the boys into three groups based on whether they had a good day, a bad day, or a day that was kind of a mixed bag, that way each Rick could take on a different role for after school talks, but… Things were a little chaotic that day.

"Good afternoon Morty," Doof put on a big smile, but he didn't get one smile back, or a single greeting, just a room of scowls, frowns, and big eyes full of disappointment all focused on him. He looked from Cop to Storage, who were standing on either side of him, with an uncomfortable glance, then back to the rather upset teens in front of them.

Cop Rick was analyzing the crowd, balled fists, furrowed brows, crossed arms, tear stains on mostly yellow shirts, the stink of sweat and hormones, searching for any possible visual clues that he could use to understand where Morty was coming from, unfortunately he was just coming to the conclusion they were all mad, or at least upset in some way, but he couldn't comprehend why. Cop made sure his posture was nice and straight, and kept his hands folded behind his back, and asked in a gentle, yet authoritative way, "How was your day?"

When he was met with silence, Storage huffed, "Hey, I know you all have terrible attention spans but-"

"Our day sucked eggs." One Morty, Greaser Morty, finally spit, cutting off his guardian. Others nodded in agreement, and some verbally expressed the same thing.

"Do you want to talk about it? Why did it suck?" Cop tried to egg them on. Get it? Egg?

"Me? I'm not the one who needs to start talking."

"Y-y-yeah! W-were- were not the one's keeping secrets." Orange Shirt Morty nervously pitched in. And that was really all it took for other Mortys to start speaking up, their words all falling and stumbling all over each other.

"T-this is all-all some trick isn't it Rick?"

"You- You're not trying to help us at all are you?"

"We're just-just pawns you're using!"

"I'm not a some-some tool that you can use to hide yourself-"

"Y-yeah, I'm-I- or we, we're people Rick and you can't use us!"

Doof didn't know what they were talking about. Actually, none of them did, so the trio gazed at each other in confusion, Cop raised his unibrow, and Storage shrugged. Doof looked back to the boys. "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I understand."

"I'll admit I'm confused, please elaborate, Morty."

Storage leaned himself against the wall. "This outta be good."

"Don't play dumb Rick, you're supposed to be the smart one." The Mortys were starting to doubt their, uh, doubts, because well, the Ricks did seem to be genuinely lost. Which was rather uncommon, usually they were sure of themselves, almost too sure of themselves, and yet there they were all with these pensive thoughtful looks on their faces.

Sleepy Morty stepped forward. He was just so tired. And clearly they were getting nowhere fast. "We're worried," he yawned, "That you're just-just replacing Eric-Stoltz-Mask-Face Morty with us. H-h-he," he yawned again, "Died so we're your back up."

Greaser spoke again in the harshest tone he could muster. "You just replaced him like it was nothing." he took a step closer to the Ricks. "You-you didn't tell us about him because you don't care." Another step closer, making sure to keep his fists tight and his teeth grit. He was trying really hard to seem mean and intimidating but he wasn't sure if it was working. But he had to act like he knew what to do and say otherwise the other cowards never would. He had to be the leader or Rick would walk all over him and the other Mortys forever. But the closer he got, the more he noticed how glossy Doof's eyes were.

The Ricks all saw through Greaser's tough guy act, but Storage could not help but be smug. He slapped a hand on Doof's shoulder and had to keep from laughing. Oh-oh man he-h-he really figured you out didn't he? He really- really Sherlocked this whole thing out, guess we better throw in the towel-" He snorted and let out a burst of laughter.

Cop began trying to salvage the situation. "Morty- I hear your concerns but we are not using you as a way to hide. I know this is something that Ricks do, but that is not the reason we took all of you in."

"Then…" Greaser let his confident persona weaver a little. "Then why didn't he tell us?"

This sparked up another whirlwind of comments from other Mortys.

"W-why-why keep it a secret?"

"Y-yeah! We-we can handle it!"

"We've heard worse."

"W-We've seen worse too."

"Aw geez."

Unable to articulate his thoughts into words, paired with overwhelming feelings of grief, and now his Mortys disappointment waying on him, Doofus Rick started crying, which then turned to big heaving sobs. In an awkward attempt to help, Cop gave him two pats on the back, while Storage stopped cackling to himself. Everyone went quiet and watched him slump down to his knees and hold himself as he cried out.

Morty, well, all the Mortys were taken aback at first because, well, Ricks usually didn't cry unless they were blackout drunk and rambling incoherently about things like the "cosmic dance" or questioning the redundancy of cookies and cream flavored unbranded chocolate sandwich cookies. So to see a Rick so broken, it was hard. Actually it was a little unsettling. But once the initial shock wore off, most of them started to become emotional too.

One Morty, the first Morty Doofus Rick had really made a connection with after the incident, who had earned the title of Friendly Morty on the Citadel slowly made his way over and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. When they met he knew he was in pain but he couldn't figure out why. Now he had an answer. "Grandpa Rick?"

Doof took in a deep shaky breath and looked at the boy, who was shorter than him even when he was on his knees. And he finally found the words that he was looking for. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He paused and glanced from him to all the Mortys standing further back. "I didn't-didn't mean for you to find out about my Morty this way. The story you heard isn't exactly wh-what happened. I should've been the one to tell you. It-It's just. Hard. I-I lost the only person I had in my life. And I l-l-loved him. More than anything."

Multiple Morty's audibly sighed in unison. "Aw geez."

Then he was swarmed and pulled into the biggest group hug ever, every single Morty there just holding onto him, giving him reassurance, while also crying and regretting the way they had acted when they had gotten home.

"We're sorry too."

"S-sorry."

"Sorry Doof."

"D-d-don't feel bad Doof, we-we're the ding-dongs here!"

"Aw geez, we really- we really messed up. We jumped to conclusions."

After many apologies and a long, comfortable, warm, affirming hug, Doofus Rick felt much better, but Friendly had a question burning in the back of his throat.

"Doof?" He started, as a way to make sure he had his attention before he asked. "Is it, is it hard to live with us? A-a-aren't we just constant reminders of him?"

Doofus Rick saw the other Mortys' faces falter at the thought that they might be making him feel worse, but he shook his head and was able to smile at the question. "Of course you remind me of him. You, in a sense are him, so it's an inescapable fact that you are all going to remind me of my M-Morty in some way. And that's a good thing. You remind me of his creativity, his talents, his kind and caring nature. T-t-this is going to sound so cheesy but it-it's true. Morty, you are my sunshine."

They all turned red. He couldn't help but giggle at their embarrassment.

"Oh man."

"Aw geez."

"S-s-stop, really I can't-"

"I-I am pretty great aren't I?"

Storage Rick cleared his throat, "Are-are we done with the love fest? Can-can it be over now? I'm going to throw up if you don't stop."

"I think it's rather nice." Cop retorted.

"Oh, oh I get it- because most of us wear yellow!"

"And Morty," Doof started as he got up from the floor, "If you really don- don't want us to keep secrets, that's something we can work on."

"Oh good so we can tell them their families are dead and that's why they're stuck here with us?" Storage said as though it was the most casual thing in the world, he never knew when or how to drop information like that and now he had a room of kids staring at him, one version of himself shaking his head, while the other face palmed. He uh. Really messed that up. Well. That meant the love fest was officially over.

"What?"