"We're NEVER doing this again, Rick! NEVER!", yelled Morty as they ran through dimension D-149, the space midget dimension, also known as where space aids came to be. "Things wouldve been better if you weren't such a f*cking wuss, MORTY. If you wouldve shot the guards, I wouldve escaped in TIME!", said Rick. "Oh yeah, very funny, Rick! You only care about yourself, as if my life is worth less than your stupid drunk series of events!" Morty said, occasionally looking back to shoot a space midget or two. "You got that right, Morty. Now shut your whiny ass up, and get the hell in the ship!" As they ran towards the ship, Morty got caught a bullet of the space midgets, creating a gaping hole in his lower core. "RICK! HELP ME!", exclaimed Morty in excruciating pain as he watched his fluids escape his body. "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! DONT YOU DARE F*CKING LEAVE ME!"
Morty slowly blacked out as the sound of firearms launching space-aid capsules stormed his head. "R-Rick, come back..." then, as if he were resurrected, Morty sprouted up. "Ruuun! Hurry, Rick! They're on our tails!" "Gee, Morty, calm the hell down. I nearly lost you to space-aids! F*cking space aids!" Rick said as Morty dumbfoundedly realized he had been knocked unconcious and carried home by his grandfather. "They shot you right in the pancreas... Do you have any idea how much pancreases cost in the intergalactic black market? I had to make a sh*tty transplant so your weak human corpse would come back to life!" Rick explained to Morty, who still couldnt beleive that he was in his garage. "Oh jeez, Rick, isnt it, like, impossible to revive somebody? I mean, you know, I was, like, dead already, right?" "Yeah, buddy, but if there's one thing we can learn from the past dimension is that space midgets have very strong glands." Rick told Morty as he washed his tools, which were covered in a bright blue goo. "Gee, Rick, thanks for not leaving me behing, because, we're, like, family, right?", Morty said, grinning. Rick sarcastically replied, "Sure, buddy, if it makes you feel better. Now, pass me my portal gun. We gotta get outta this place, the only reason I stopped by is because you were way too close to passing, so I had to land here. I hate this stupid-ass dimension, but I would do anything for my grandson to live." Morty, enlightened, said, "Wow Rick, you do care about me. I-I-I thought Ricks w-were like, annoyed by us, you know?" "We ARE. We get sick of your pubescent little unstable ass feelings, but a Rick needs a meat shield every once in a while." Rick said, shutting down Morty's state of happiness. "Wow Rick, way to go. You really are an A-hole, you know. Y-You only care about yourself, which is why Im leaving this garage and going to, w-well, not be around you." Morty said, slowly walking over to the garage door control panel. Rick hurriedly walked over to him and blocked his way. "W-W-Woah there, Morty, I wouldnt leave this household if I were you. Y-You could get killed out there." Morty thought about it, and then replied, "Wow, nice one, Rick. If you wanted me to be strong, you couldve just given me space steroids, or-or-or something." Rick rolled his eyes and opened the garage door, which opened at a lethargic pace. Slowly, the opening in the garage revealed hordes of Jerrys, tons of Jerrys - more Jerrys than the mind could possibly depict. Morty slowly watched as Rick said, "Still wanna leave the garage? These things are slightly feral."