Rick vomits on his own shoes.
The journey is a parade of anti-climaxes. They don't fight planet-killing monsters or outwit cosmic deities. Instead, they get stuck in a traffic jam of alternate Ricks all trying to merge onto the same reality lane. One Rick is a child. One Rick is a goldfish in a mech suit. One Rick is just a hologram of a Rick who died of embarrassment.
Morty, for the first time, speaks for both of them. rick and morty another way home
Rick is elbow-deep in the guts of a sentient toaster that’s been crying about its divorce. Morty, bored and buzzing from a sip of a forgotten "Nihilist Cola" (flavor: beige), is fiddling with a small, innocuous device on the workbench.
Morty, mid-eye-roll, accidentally leans on the big red button shaped like Rick’s face. Rick vomits on his own shoes
"Yeah, Rick," Morty says. "But that wasn't the way home."
Rick opens his mouth to deliver a cutting monologue, but nothing comes out. For once, he has no rebuttal. He just stares at the infinite, unremarkable, completely valid versions of himself. Instead, they get stuck in a traffic jam
BWOOOONG.