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The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the table as well as a few lit candles scattered around. Elon missed Trumps hot breath on his face. Instead, the blonde sits at the edge of Elons bed, smoking a cigarette, staring coldly into the distance. Musk knows this was just another loveless affair. It always is.
At least it's better than their public arguments.
If Elon had a heart, those would definitely break it.
His longing thoughts were stifled by a sudden green light emitting the room. A portal appeared and two mysterious strangers stepped out of it. One tall, one short. The taller one seemed to be dragging the other. They looked similar. Maybe they were related? They were both holding futuristic looking weapons...
Shiiiiiiit.
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"M -urp- Morty! Get over he -urp- ere, Morty!"
Rick stumbled in his garage, attempting to take another swig out of his empty flask. "Motherfu..." He grumbled drunkenly, throwing his flask to the side.
Through his peripheral vision, Rick saw his grandson open the door and step inside. "What is it, Rick? Do you n-need something, or-?"
Morty was interrupted by the door slamming behind him. "Close the fucking door, Morty!" Rick yelled. "He-Here, take these, Mo -urp- orty," before his grandson could say anything, Rick shoved some guns and explosives in his hands.
Morty was only a bit startled by the sudden weapons in his hands. He was already used to his grandpa's strange and irresponsible behavior. "Wha-What are these for, Rick? Are we going on another adventure?"
"You bet, Morty! We're go -urp- onna kill the president!" He grabs Mortys shoulders. "WE'RE GONNA KILL THE PRESIDENT, MORTY!"
"Wh- Why, Rick?"
"He- He's HI -urp- ITLER, MORTY! -urp- He's gonna turn our country into a FUCKING WASTELAND! YOU THINK I WANNA DEAL WITH THAT SHIT?! FU -urp- UUCK NO!"
Morty had to admit, Rick had a point. The new president really wasn't good for the country. "Yeah, I-I think you're right, Rick.. Yknow, what he's doing really i-isn't right, and‐"
Rick was only half listening to Morty's stammering as he grabbed weapons of his own. "We have no time for that, Morty! Com -urp- Come on!"
Rick shoots a portal out of his portal gun and drags Morty through by the arm.
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Donald had barely even registered the fact that a portal and two enemies had appeared before they'd started shooting. He felt a sharp pain in his ear, mirroring his previous experience in July. A sharp ringing echoed in his head.
He could vaguely make out voices shouting "I f -urp- uckin' got him in the ear, Mor -urp- rty! HA!" Red liquid tickled down the side of Donald's head as he felt another person grab his rotten hands and start running.
The attempt was futile, however.
I mean, come on. Two old men in dire need of a diet and exercise trying to survive Rick Sanchez and Morty Smith? The smartest man in the universe and his accomplice? They never had a chance.
All they could manage was one last prayer to God before they were wiped out of existence.
But they were praying to the wrong one.
Looking upon the charred remains of two pedophile nazi's, Rick excitedly called out; "WE FUCKIN GOT THEM, MORTY!"
Morty smiled. Ususally he'd feel guilty killing someone, but these two were exceptions, he supposed. "Y-Yeah, we really did, Rick!"
"Now let's -urp- go home, I wanna watch some interdimensional cable."