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[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

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Jerry lifts his head and the world swirls dangerously around him. He grips onto the arm of the couch until the worst of the feeling passes, then smacks his dry mouth and tries to form it into words.

“Do you…” he trails off, rolling his tongue around his mouth before trying again. “Do you ever wonder about… having a vagina?”

Next to him, Rick snorts.

“Jerry, ‘wondering’ is what people who are too dumb or lame for ‘experiencing’ do.”

“Oh.” 

Jerry is taken aback. He stares into space as his drunken brain stumbles its way through the logic.

“Wait. So are you saying…” he strains until he swears he can feel the cogs turning in his head. “You’ve ‘experienced’ having a vagina?”

“Impressive deduction, Jerry.” Rick’s sarcasm is obvious even through Jerry’s haze of inebriation.

“But…” Jerry flails his arms around as if they might be less clumsy than his words and nearly knocks a beer can off the coffee table. “You have a daughter.”

“If I didn’t, do you really think I’d be tolerating your presence?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Jerry gestures vaguely again. “How… how-”

“Ugh.” Rick drags a hand down his face and shoots a portal into the floor in front of him, shrugging himself off the couch and into it. Jerry stares blankly until Rick reappears in front of him with a disturbingly gelatinous purple gun.

Then, Rick drops his pants to reveal his dick and balls.

“Rick!” Jerry splutters, averting his eyes.

“Relax, Jerry, everyone else is asleep.”

Rick twists some sort of dial on the gun and aims it at his genitals, encasing them in a glowing light that obscures Jerry’s view for a few seconds. When it dies down, Rick’s penis is gone, replaced by a bush with the hint of labia poking out from the bottom. In Jerry’s astonishment, the first thought that comes to his brain is that the carpet does, in fact, match the drapes.

When he glances up to Rick’s face, he’s greeted with the exact same expression of unimpressed contempt Rick gives him in any other situation, with no hint that this situation is in any way unusual.

Rick clicks the dial one notch and Jerry’s attention snaps back to the gun. This time, Rick’s genitals revert back to their original form - or at least, Jerry assumes it’s their original form. He’s not familiar enough with Rick’s cock to know.

“Comprende?” Rick snarks.

Jerry nods mutely, his mouth hanging open. 

Rick unceremoniously re-dresses and plops back down into the sofa, flicking on the TV and making a point of turning the volume up. Jerry takes this as a sign that the conversation is over.