"Which Rick are you? P850? You're not dead? This... place!"
"Alright, get some sleep. You'll forget everything that happened."
Holding the Memory Extractor, Rick was extracting the memories of one Rick after another. Morty stood beside Beth with a bottle of cola in hand.
"Morty, what exactly is his condition right now?"
Morty took a sip of cola and shrugged. "Dead, but not completely dead. Alive, but not completely alive."
That was a whole lot of words that said nothing, and Beth realized Morty probably did not know what had happened either.
After all, Rick's corpse was still in the backyard at home, yet another Rick was here. It seemed Rick was in some kind of soul state?
Once Rick had erased the memories of the entire Citadel Strike Team, the three of them brought everyone back home.
After lining them up, Rick discovered that his AI had actually tried to rebel. He immediately smashed the little traitor's core and replaced it with a backup AI core.
After settling everything and teaching Beth how to deal with these people, Rick used the excuse that it was inconvenient for him to stay here. He opened a portal with Morty and prepared to slip away.
Having already been traumatized by the reality show, Morty stood before the portal with a complicated expression. "Rick, how about we don't travel to other universes for now?"
"What happened these past few days has made me kind of scared of other universes. We should go relax instead."
Like every other Rick, Rick loved adventure and really wanted to give Morty some collapse therapy. But Morty had a point.
Too much had happened these past few days. They should pick somewhere more relaxing and unwind.
With that in mind, Rick called Beth and the others along as