We all know Rick Sanchez loves a good adventure, pushing the boundaries of science and morality with reckless abandon. But this time, his latest scheme takes a dark turn, landing him squarely in the galactic drug trade – a story that unfolds with a healthy dose of Rick’s signature cynicism and Morty’s surprising moral compass.
It all starts innocently enough (or as innocent as things get with Rick). Picture this: Rick, buzzing with excitement, unveils his latest invention to a less-than-enthused Morty. This time, it’s not a mind-blowing gadget or a portal to another dimension, but something far more mundane – a product.
Now, Rick’s not big on details, especially when it comes to explaining his complex scientific processes to Morty. Instead, he focuses on what he considers the real stroke of genius – the distribution. Forget delivery trucks, spaceships, or intergalactic shipping lanes; Rick’s found a way to cut out the middleman (literally). He’s using portals.
Imagine this: a customer places an order, and BAM – the product materializes right in their hands thanks to one of Rick’s portals. No waiting, no tracking numbers, no risk of interception. And the delivery method? Let’s just say these “meiks” are masters of discretion, vanishing into thin air after making the drop. The perfect system for someone who values privacy as much as, well, a galactic drug lord.
Rick, in his infinite arrogance, boasts about his flawless plan, picturing himself as the kingpin of this new empire. He’s sitting on a gold mine, a self-sustaining, untraceable business model. That is, until Morty, with his usual mix of naiveté and surprising insight, points out the glaring flaw in Rick’s logic. “You didn’t create an empire, Rick,” he quips, “you created a job.”
This simple statement hits Rick harder than any interdimensional parasite ever could. The weight of his own meaningless endeavor crashes down on him. In true Rick fashion, he drowns his existential dread in a massive gulp of whiskey, immediately deciding to shut down the whole operation.
But like any good caper gone wrong, escaping the consequences proves a bit more complicated. As they try to leave, they’re met with a dead portal gun and the unwelcome sight of the Space DEA surrounding the compound. It seems Rick’s “untraceable” network wasn’t as foolproof as he thought.
Thinking quickly (and fueled by panic), Rick unleashes the meiks in a chaotic distraction. The compound erupts in a frenzy of teleporting meiks, creating the perfect cover for Rick and Morty to make their escape. And how do they choose to flee? By hijacking an alien spaceship, of course!
But Rick, never one to miss an opportunity for chaos, decides to pin the whole operation on the unfortunate alien, leaving him stranded with a spaceship full of meiks, a recipe for disaster, and the full attention of the Space DEA.
And with that, Rick’s brief and chaotic foray into the galactic drug trade comes to an end. It’s a story that highlights Rick’s genius, his recklessness, and his uncanny ability to create and escape disaster with equal ease. As for Morty, he’s left to grapple with the moral implications of his grandfather’s actions, another Tuesday in the life of a teenager who travels with Rick Sanchez.
