A bored look was on Morty’s face as he sat at the small table within the main room of his ship; the surface of it covered in all sorts of things. There were poker chips, playing cards, and a bunch of wrappers that belonged to different alien junk foods. The boy leaned back in his chair and stared at Lawyer Morty who sat across from him. “I’m starting to think you don’t even know how to play poker.” He began, using his free hand to pick up a beer bottle. Lawyer Morty looked over with a puzzled look, his own hand holding a martini glass with some fruity drink. “Poker? I thought we were playing Go Fish!”
After a long moment, Morty just blinked slowly and tossed his cards on the table. He drank from his beer as a portal opened up on the wall nearby, eyes trailing over. “Oh look who it is.” Morty chuckled to himself, attention returning to the other Morty. “It’s a walking and talking doormat.”
Lawyer Morty glanced at Rick. “I think that’s a Rick.” He said, looking confused. Morty set his beer down with a raised brow.
“Do you ever think before you speak?”