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"Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty stammered, watching his sister execute a perfect suplex on a man wearing a skull for a codpiece. "She’s been 'Wasteland Queen' for three hours and she hasn't mentioned the divorce once. It’s like she’s... actually happy here?"

The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland didn't just get into Morty’s lungs; it got into his head. Rick had just finished installing a "Isotope-321" battery into a jagged, rusted war-rig, ignoring the screams of the scavengers Summer was currently leading into battle over a bucket of dirty water. Rick_e_morty_s03e02

But Summer walked up then, her face smeared with engine grease and blood. She looked at the portal, then at the desolate horizon. "I'm not going back, Rick. Here, if I’m angry, I can just throw a spear at someone. At home, I have to 'use my words' while Mom cries into a glass of Chardonnay. I like the spears better." "Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty