AN: These are gonna be some short chapters, just saying.

[Taking place in the Smith residence ig, everybody just argued or something like that. Y'know, average stuff. Morty is in Summer's room, they've clearly both gone through something stressful.]

Morty: Y'know, Summer, sometimes I wonder why they're even together.

Summer: They're probably too stubborn to try a divorce. They think that they can stay together if they just keep trying or something. Like one good day among a million bad ones makes it better. I wish we had a way to escape it.

[Morty casts his gaze across her room, his eyes catching on a framed photo. It's of him, Rick, and Summer in a dimension, getting chased by a large yellow monster with 6 arms and 50 eyes, and was clearly taken very quickly. But what caught his eye was the portal gun visible in the image, in Rick's hand.]

Morty: Maybe we can.

Summer: What do you mean? There's no way that we can.

[Summer tracks his gaze to the photo, and then more specifically to the portal gun.]

Summer: You can't be thinking of- no. Absolutely not. I am not doing that. We are not doing that.

Morty: Doing what?

Summer: You know what I mean.

[Morty starts to leave the room.]

Morty: I have no clue what you're talking about.

Summer: Don't try it, Morty! No good will come of it!