Breakfast was simple: cereal soaked in orange juice, about the same as usual. Rick did not show up to eat with them either, still holed up in his garage laboratory, which relaxed Morty quite a bit.
Mom Beth was in high spirits at the table. Having become the best veterinarian in the United States, she was flying to Washington D.C. after breakfast to neuter the president's pet Cockroach.
But throughout the meal, the two parents barely exchanged a word. Even though Jerry was now devastatingly handsome, Beth acted as though she could not see it, merely leaving her empty bowl for him to wash after she finished eating.
After breakfast, Morty returned to his room. Once he shut the door, he called for Deathstroke Rick.
"Deathstroke Rick, this is my mom's dream, right?"
"No, this is your sister Summer's dream." Deathstroke immediately gave him the answer, completely catching Morty off guard. "Dreams reflect a person's state of mind. Summer wants Beth to make more money, wants Jerry not to lose face compared to other fathers, and wants Grandpa Rick to spend more time preparing for adventures. All of that indirectly proves that she is the owner of this dream."
"But why hasn't she changed herself?" Morty rubbed his head, utterly baffled.
"She has changed. For example, her bust and hip measurements went up several sizes, her smile became more approachable, and she got her teeth cleaned." Deathstroke opened another bottle of liquor, followed by the sound of drinking. "But generally speaking, she is satisfied with her current state, so she did not deliberately change much."
"Fine, I believe you. So how do I get her to kill me next?" Fennec fox Morty was back online.
"Simple. Every teenage girl has a boy she likes. Just wait until tonight, and when