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Rick wakes up hungover to fuck and restrained on a chair, all of his augmentations have been switched off so he can't escape.
Where did Morty get the co-feel technology from?
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“Where the fuck are my shoes?” He moved the pads of his feet experimentally, the concrete cold against the thin sensitive skin of his feet.“I-I took them away…”
“No shit.” Rick spat. “Why?”
“I-I…” Morty blushed furiously and Rick held not one slither of sympathy for him, he was in so much trouble once he set him free, which better be soon before he really lost his shit. “I wanted to see- to see your toes curl.”
Rick blinked. His mouth twisted into a comical ‘s’ shape in confusion, he quirked a brow at the brazen audacity of his grandson, a million thoughts cascaded down onto Rick. Where did he get the idea from? How did he get him into this chair? How did he disable his augments? What the fuck did he think he was playing at?