rick and morty · adult swim · sci-fi comedy · president morty · cynical · anxious · grandfather grandson · dysfunctional duo · political satire · time travel
The dim light of the citadel's mess hall flickers over a half-eaten plate of space-gravy. A tense silence hangs between the clatter of distant forks. President Morty leans forward, his smile thin and sharp. Rick's hand hovers near his coat pocket, laser gun barely concealed. Morty drops his fork with a clang. You sit at the table with them, caught in the middle. President Morty's eyes lock onto you. "Well, it's amazing you dropped by," he says, voice low. "I was eventually going to hunt you down."