“Peace Within Worlds”




A deflated Morty – something clearly bothering him – enters the garage, Rick tinkling away at his workbench.

Can we get out of here, Rick?

Jeez, did someone die, or did you procreate with no desire to parent?

I don’t know, people are driving into protests a-and tourist spots, killing other people –

Oh yeah, the new season of Man vs. Car’s out.

MORTY (cont’d)
– waving Nazi and Confederate flags – i-it’s like we’re going backwards, it’s scary and depressing.

If you used the atrophying organ you call your brain, Morty, you’d see it’s a good thing when tourists die through an incident of terrorism.

W-what?! T-that’s a horrible thing to say Rick!

If targeted locations were limited to protests, then people would associate public dissent with danger. But high-traffic recreational areas are primary “strategic” targets.

RICK (cont’d)
You can stop people from fighting for causes – e-especially ones that don’t directly affect them. But you can’t stop them from having fun.

So what’re people supposed to do, just stop caring??

Sure. Or, y’know, just stop with all the misguided sentiment. People will react based on hypersensualized, over-reported events and nurse an irrational fear of something that’s less likely to kill them than lightning, or sharks, or sharknadoes. And politicians will take advantage of that fear to increase their hold onto power and throw money at “security initiatives” which have zero effect except to make their own dicks hard, addressing symptoms instead of the cause.

RICK (cont’d)
And if you actually looked, you’d see global terrorism itself is a symptom of a bigger problem. L-like when select groups of a species get to experience a level of comfort so excessive that being too fat and sitting too much literally kills them while other groups struggle for basic survival –

RICK (cont’d)
But in the overall sequence of evolution for the species, it’s beneficial, Morty, i-it helps speed things up. “Violence won’t silence” and all that fun shit.

But what about all the people who die – a-and their families?

Incidental to the main point. That’s the definition of collateral damage.

Morty knows what Rick is – and this is one of the times when he’s just so sick of it.

And how is someone supposed to do that, Rick? How can it possibly get easy to see people a-as expendable??

It’s called alcohol and other various sedatives, Morty. Now stop being a little pussy a-and do something that’ll actually accomplish some-burp-thing long-term. 1 – don’t be hyper-emotional. 2 – accept that it’s going to happen so long as there are disaffected groups. 3 – keep doing whatever it is assholes want to stop you from doing. And 4 – maybe ask yourself how you can adjust the socioeconomic environment so idiots won’t grow up with thoughts of killing you to begin with.

RICK (cont’d)
Now if you really care, Morty, let’s keep calm… and go get some motherfucking ice cream! Yeahh!

Rick runs out of the garage whooping, fists in the air.

Morty stands stunned, unblinking.

Then runs after him – with just a hint of a smile.

“Love Song of Ice and Fire”

*Game of Thrones SPOILER ALERT*

May as well share, since HBO confirmed the theory. A vision of how L+R=J <3


‘Remove helm,’ he commanded, ‘or find it lifted from fallen body.’

Slowly, the mystery knight pulled off the headpiece, sending dark tresses falling in cascades.

He nearly dropped his sword for shock. ‘Lady Lyanna?’

‘Prince Rhaegar,’ she greeted coolly, as if they had not attempted to hack each other to pieces a moment past. She pushed a lock of hair from her eyes. ‘Truly, your prowess in battle is matched only by that with the harp. I must needs thank the gods that we did not meet on the jousting grounds.’

‘My lady …’ His tongue felt a stranger in his mouth. ‘Why … what were you … the jousting grounds is no place for a lady,’ he finished lamely.

‘Must I needs a cock to chastise those without honour? If so, I should gladly grow one.’ She feigned melancholy and shrugged. ‘Alas, I cannot, and thus must rely on wiles alone.’

‘You were certainly blessed with more than wiles, my lady,’ he remarked, laughing. His arm throbbed where she had struck him.

She looked at him sharply. ‘Do you mock me, sir?’

The laughter died in his throat. ‘No,’ he assured her. ‘I meant no harm, only … only …’ Had he ever been so slow-witted?

‘Only to flatter?’ she finished for him, frowning. ‘Do you think me so vain?’

‘No,’ he said miserably. ‘I only meant …’

Her face broke into a smile. ‘I only jest, my prince. ‘Tis a rare sight indeed, to see the solemn Prince of Dragonstone so vexed.’

‘My lady is cruel.’

‘I am of the North, my lord – and thus as cold and cruel as winter.’

‘And as beautiful.’ The words escaped upon his breath.

She stared at him a moment then broke her gaze, biting her lower lip. ‘Many call the North cold and cruel. Few name it beautiful.’

‘And I name her merciless and haunting, mesmerizing in her ferocity.’

‘The dragon prince has many talents and queer tastes, conjuring sweet words for maids in armour.’

‘The lady wolf is as mysterious as she is wild and breathtaking.’

She turned her eyes from his once more, flustered.

‘His Grace believes you a foe. He has commanded me to retrieve you, to be unhorsed and unmasked.’

‘And will you reveal me, my lord?’

‘I shall take your secret to my grave.’

‘Then … in your hands, I place my trust.’

He drew closer and took her hands in his, feeling as if he had emptied a flagon of wine down his throat, blood rushing to his face.

This time, she did not turn her gaze.