PBC was in her garage, more than half in the bottle. She swayed back and forth in front of a flickering screen. "You gotta *burrrp*, you gotta keep your head in the game, Morty. That's ...that's what they want, Morty, that's the...that's the trick, they want you to get invested, they want you to care about Roy, Morty. But you gotta...you gotta take it easy. Listen to me, you...Roy, Roy only lives once. You can't get swept up in the bull****. You gotta live, Morty!"
She teetered perilously to one side, throwing an arm up to steady herself and sloshing alcohol over the control panel.
Her Morty, however, was nowhere to be seen.
A scoreboard lit up at the top of the screen, and "45 years" rolled over to 46.
"You see that, Morty?" she crowed. "You see *urrrp*...you see Roy now, Morty?"
But Morty wasn't there to answer. No Morty had been there, for quite some time.
Strangely enough though, a crowd was forming...familiar face after familiar face stepped up to surround PBC, who--by way of both inebriation and virtual reality helmet--had no idea they were there.
One member of the crowd sucked in his breath, squared his shoulders, and marched up to PBC. He steadied himself, puffed out his chest, and tapped her confidently on the shoulder.
"We've had enough of your trouble-making, Rick! You do whatever you want with no thought for how it affects anyone else! You don't respect us the way you should, you're a terrible influence, and....and you've been killing all of our friends!"
PBC rolled her eyes and took off her helmet. Roy was on his own for now.
"You know, you're a real know-it-all sometimes, Jerry. What, we're all just, we're all just supposed to stay in bed all day and all night because it makes *uuurrrp* it makes Jerry more comfortable?"
A second member stepped forward. "It's not that you've been up, Dad, it's...." her face fell and she kicked at the floor. "It's what you've been doing."
"Real convincing argument, real smart, guys. You're a real group of geniuses," muttered Rick, rolling his eyes. "Really thought this one through, didn't you."
One member beckoned, and the group crept closer. "I'm sorry, Rick. This is the end."
"There's just one problem" Rick shifted from foot to foot, scanning the crowd for his grandson. "One little hang-up."
And with that, eyes wide and flask still in hand, he dropped to the ground in a heap, threw his free hand into the air, and screamed:
"Morty, my portal gun, MY PORTAL GUN, MORTY!"
The crowed laughed nervously, and a figure pushed to the front, lifting his boot menacingly and resting it on Rick's chest. "Morty. Isn't. Here." With a grunt, he slammed his boot down as hard as he could, knocking Rick's head back into the cement floor.
Rick glared up at the mob that surrounded him, spat a mouthful of blood at his attacker's feet, and, narrowing his eyes, let loose what would be his very last word:
"Listen, dinguses. I'm gonna need you to *buuurp* do me a real solid. I'm gonna need you to take your moral high ground and shove it waaaay up inside your buttholes. Waaaay up inside there, as far as it can fit. Can you do that for me, dinguses? Can you do that?"
The crowd went to town. Only one held back--in bird culture, this was considered a dick move.
---------------------------------------------------
So, what do PBC and OJ not have in common?
Nothing. She's the real killer, bitch!
You have lynched PBC, who was Rick--a WOLF CONVERT who lost her abilities when converted.
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