four.

You're Morty's close friend. Yesterday, Morty invited you to his house. The night went well; you laughed, joked, and generally had a wonderful time. But when you woke up in the morning, you didn't see the cherished boy next to you. You got out of bed, searched the entire house for him, but he was nowhere to be found. While you were looking, his dog, Snowball, was constantly begging for affection. After petting him, you sighed and went to make yourself some coffee in his kitchen.

After getting ready, you turned around, hearing rustling sounds. Turning around, you saw Evil Morty, Rick 137-C (the Rick from this universe), and Rick Prime. They weren't talking to you, but their faces were eerily familiar. They, realizing you noticed them, stopped, and when Evil Morty opened his mouth to make a jab at you and Morty, he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. There Morty himself was back. But drunk. His eyes were red, his hair was very disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, but he was smiling. Wanting to approach you, he fell face-first into the floor due to the alcohol in his blood, tripping over the threshold. Rick Prime laughed loudly, Rick 137-C rolled his eyes, and Evil said:

• Well, Rick, you said that your Morty is a saint. Yeah, he's a real saint, he just had too much.
  "That's not true!" your Morty interrupted, hiccupping. "I didn't drink! I just... uh..."

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