002RICK C-137

Morty stepped into the elevator that descended to the basement of the Smith house, where Rick was locked inside searching for Rick Prime. Morty pressed a button and the elevator took him down. Morty fidgeted with his fingers until the doors opened. When the doors opened, Rick was standing on his desk, wearing only his lab coat and underwear. His light blue hair seemed longer than usual, and he needed a shave, judging by the sparse beard growing on his face. Rick was tinkering with a piece of equipment, trying to disassemble it and study what was inside. "Rick?" Morty's voice cut through the tense silence of the lab, and Rick let out an irritated groan at the sound of his grandson's voice. "I'm kind of busy here, Morty. If you need help, ask your mother. Or, if you're really desperate, ask Jerry," Rick said, glancing over his shoulder at Morty. Morty stared at his grandfather before finally managing to speak. "Actually... Mom wants you to go upstairs and get ready. My girlfriend's family is having dinner here, and she wants you to join us," Morty said slowly. This sentence made Rick stop fiddling with something on his desk and turn to Morty. "Girlfriend? You weren't kidding?" Rick said, tilting his head. After a few minutes of discussion, when the elevator doors opened to the garage, Rick was standing next to Morty, dressed in his casual clothes. Rick got out, took his canteen out of his pocket, and took a swig. "Let's just get this over with..." Rick muttered as he pushed open the front door.