"What the hell, Rick? Couldnt you just land in OUR dimension?" Morty said as he paced around the garage. "I miscalcu-uuuurggh-lated the locations, MORTY. Frankly, this dimension was worse than the last - it has Jerrys as its whole world population. Whatever, lets go home." Rick answered as he grabbed his portal gun from his lab coat. He pulled the trigger, only to listen to it make mechanical wheezing sound. "Oohhh sh*t, its outta juice. Luckily, EVERY version of me has a backup battery hiding somewhere in the house they live in, because it would be stupid not to.", Rick said, dissapointed. "Oh j-jeez, Rick, I-I-I really thought w-we were F 'd in the A for once.", Morty said, feeling better about where he was. Rick heard and said "Ahh, just like your dad, never thinks for himself. You gotta start getting your sh*t straight, Morty. Y-Y-You cant always count on me like Jerry lives off of Beth, y-you know?"
They headed to the door inside. They opened it, only to be frightened by their sight - Jerrys.
"Hungry for apples, b*tch?", Jerry said, holding up a bright green battery. "I heard your little conversation, and I am very offended." "I dont give a sh*t, Jerry. Now give me the stupid battery before I blast your wallnut brain out of place.", Rick replied, aiming his gun at Jerry's forehead. "Catch!" Jerry yelled as he tossed it to another Jerry, who ran outside the house and down the street, away with the battery. "Aww man, Morty, we're in some deep sh*t now," Rick said as he shot Jerry, which littered entrails all over the doorway - and Morty. "OH MY GOD, RICK! YOU SICK F***, WHY?" Morty said, traumatized. "What do you mean, why? Why I saved your dad from getting his ego demolished doesn't matter, we need to find that battery." Rick said. "You'll thank me later, M-Morty."
Ten minutes later... In the garage... Wearing prosthetic metal weapons...
"Oh jeez, Rick, I cant do this. I mean, they're my dads!" Morty said unwilling to listen to Rick's plan to push through the crowd of Jerrys outside using advanced guns. "You're gonna have to, you Jerry f*ck. Just dont be a wimpy girl! Come on!" Rick said, tired of talking Morty into his plan. "No, Im not doing it, Rick!"
Ten minutes later... Outside... 2 feet away from the front door... Stabding off against hundreds of Jerrys...
"COME ON, MORTY! I CANT DO THIS MUCH LONGER!" Rick said, sweating, creating piles and piles of dead Jerrys with his arm-gun. "NO RICK! F*CK YOU! I CAN'T!" Morty yelled as he curled up behing Rick. "Come on, Morty! Why do you think Jessica thinks your'e a little b*tch!?" Morty replied, "Because she compares me to Brad!" Rick, 'outsmarted', added "Why do you think I compare you to Jerry?! You both are the reciprocal of little b*tch and wuss!"
Morty, offended, replied, "Shut the HELL UP, RIIICK!!!" Rick, on a short fuse, harrassed Morty, once again. "Why the hell do you think you almost died back in Space Aid Town?! Are you a f*cking Jerry?!" Morty, enraged, raised his arm and moved Rick. He hoisted his gun up and aimed at a Jerry. "I AM A F*CKING JERRY!" Morty had finally clicked, and he jumped into a rampage. Rick, 'amazed', calmed Morty down after he had about 10 minutes smoking Jerrys. "Wow, Morty, y-y-you sure do kn-n-now when to be like Summer. D-D-Don't you think you should have more balls, considering you actually own a pair?" "Lets just get HOME!", Morty demanded as he pointed his prosthetic weapon at Rick's forehead. "W-Whoa th-uuurrgghh-ere Morty, y-y-y-you can't just go all R-uurrghhh-ambo on me all of a sudden."
Rick said to Morty, astounded. They made their way down the the street afterwards. Who knows where, just find out.