Rick’s smirk flickered. “Remember what? The time I turned your bed into a Cronenberg? Ancient history.”
“No?” Rick laughed, but it was hollow. “What do you mean, ‘no’? You’re the ‘no’ guy now? Is that your thing? Refusing adventure?” rick and morty s06e01 tv
Summer sat rigid, still clutching a butter knife like a dagger. Her clone—or was she the clone?—had been vaporized forty minutes ago. The real Summer had emerged from the basement covered in mechanical dust, screaming, “I’M THE ORIGINAL! I THINK!” Rick’s smirk flickered
“No.” Morty looked up, and his eyes were ancient. Hollow. “Everything. The reset didn’t just fix the portals, did it? It un-fragmented the brain. All of it. Every clone backup, every mind-blown adventure, every time you ‘wiped my memory for my own good.’” Ancient history
He walked out. The door didn’t slam. It clicked shut with terrifying finality.