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"You seek to leave the Great Nothing?" Hemorrhage asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.

"We’re just visiting," Morty chirped nervously. "It’s like... a theme park for trauma." Rick_e_morty_s03e02

But Summer walked up then, her face smeared with engine grease and blood. She looked at the portal, then at the desolate horizon. "I'm not going back, Rick. Here, if I’m angry, I can just throw a spear at someone. At home, I have to 'use my words' while Mom cries into a glass of Chardonnay. I like the spears better." "You seek to leave the Great Nothing

As Morty held the scrap, a lone Death Stalker approached—a giant of a man who went by the name Hemorrhage . He looked at Morty’s trembling hand and then at the glowing green portal Rick was calibrating. a theme park for trauma

The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland didn't just get into Morty’s lungs; it got into his head. Rick had just finished installing a "Isotope-321" battery into a jagged, rusted war-rig, ignoring the screams of the scavengers Summer was currently leading into battle over a bucket of dirty water.

"Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty stammered, watching his sister execute a perfect suplex on a man wearing a skull for a codpiece. "She’s been 'Wasteland Queen' for three hours and she hasn't mentioned the divorce once. It’s like she’s... actually happy here?"

Rick stepped through, leaving the wasteland behind, the silence finally settling over the dust.