Chapter 2996

"Don't worry. I'm Morty, the eyeball fire ant. I'm a good man." That modi squatted down with a smile and poked the shrunken modi with his finger: "did you escape, too?"

"You too?" Morty tried not to look at the other one.

"Yes, but we all have chips around our necks. We'll be found when we leave the bunker." Modi shook his head, and the fire ants on his eyes crawled faster: "and you have to admit, we are all rubbish. Without Rick, we are like black people who have left the black community. If we go out and buy a soda, we may die."

"Even if it's dead, I've pulled out the control chip. I won't pick cotton for Rick." Modi twisted his neck to show his compatriots the missing piece of flesh: "I can also help you get rid of this."

"Really?" Modi, the eyeball fire ant, was a little excited. He thought for a moment and nodded: "let's have a try. I heard that in the far north, there is another Rick, where he is very good to his MODIS. We can go to him."

After hearing this, modi sighed deeply. It's time to face up to the bleak reality. He's a waste. Nothing can be done without Rick.

Since the hunter Rick is so bad, and he has to put people in a cage, why don't you go to other Rick's to have a look.

"Well, I'll help you get rid of the chip!"

With that, modi reached for the chip on the side of his opponent's neck, and then he was bared with blood.

Maybe it was too heavy. He pulled out the carotid artery of Modi, the eye fire ant. In just a few seconds, the poor modi fell down and couldn't get up, and his blood sprayed all over the ceiling.

“No！！！”

With his hands full of blood, modi uttered the same cry as Luke Skywalker. He knelt down in the pool of blood, hugged the body of his partner who had been killed by himself, and drooled with regret.

Then he put out his trembling tongue and licked all the fire ants in his big eyes like a mad snake.

No way. He only ate hamburger and drank coke in his illusion, but he was still hungry.

Modi, the eye-catching fire ant, was always seducing him. He had tried his best not to see it or eat it

But now we are in a forest of despair, where only the law of the jungle is followed.

Don't eat people, is his final bottom line.

The carapace full of formic acid burst in his mouth, and modi was stimulated to salivate more. But after a few hard words, reason came back to his mind again.

Otherwise, the sacrifice of his companion was in vain, so he decided to set foot on the journey again. Even if he had to rely on Rick to become a pet, he had to choose the strongest trainer Rick.

As soon as he pushed the door, Rick, the hunter, was waiting for him, with his paws slapping on the ground.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes! I want to choose Rick who is more suitable for me. You can't keep me. Even if you can get me, you can't get my heart! " Modi's answer was firm. At this moment, he was not fighting alone. Countless modi martyrs possessed their souls.

Heroism gushes out of the body like this.

"I can't do anything without you! You're just a modi! " Hunter Rick angrily lost his gun and pointed to the direction of the gate: "then you go, you go, see who wants you this trash! I tell you, there is no difference between the Republican Party and the Democratic Party! "

"You don't want me, you'll regret it!"

So modi went out of the hunter's underground work with his head held high.

In the middle of the walk, modi suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did she say this as if she wanted to stay?

Forget it, he shook his head hard and drove the confused thoughts out of his mind.

Next, according to Modi, the eyeball fire ant, he advanced 50 meters to the north and came to a small courtyard.

In the yard, modi sees another Rick in a flowery Pajama with a perm fixed on his hair. This grandfather is drinking juice and lovingly caressing a modi lying on his knee.

In addition, there are swimming pools and chocolate fountains. Many modi are wearing cute hand-made clothes and lying on the grass in the sun.

"It's you?" Lying on the grass in the backyard, Modi, a transgender woman's clothing boss with gender cognitive impairment, recognized Modi, said hello to him lazily, and then turned over to face the sky: "do you want to come in and play? This Rick is very nice. "

"He's going to take part in the little modi pet contest, isn't he?" "But I don't know how to fight. I'm a piece of trash," Morty asked, drilling through the dog hole in the backyard fence

"Which of us is not a waste? Don't worry. Rick has other plans Human demon modi squinted, took out an 18x magazine from his arms and turned it up: "a lot of Rick wants to participate in the competition, and this Rick also has his goal, but he is not a little modi trainer. He wants to be the strongest little modi cultivator, so as to monopolize the market in the future."

"What kind of career is little Morty's nurturer? Anyway, he's more like a cat slave, isn't he

Morty narrowed his eyes, because Rick on the edge of the pool looked like a lonely old man who was addicted to keeping a cat.

Even the old man who died alone in an apartment and whose body was eaten up by a cat.

"How can I know so much? Anyway, I only know that I'll be very happy next, suck away! "

Women's dress Morty turned the page of the magazine easily, staring at the muscular man inside and drooling

"He invented a kind of" sex changing "that can make us bisexual. All of us can have seven or eight children at a time. Then all of our modi will start to cross and then cross with our children. According to him, with the method of gene breeding, it only takes seven generations to cross to produce the strongest modi improved variety."

"Oh! Goodbye

Modi even stepped back a few steps. Although it seemed that he ate well and lived well here, he was a straight man. Even if he really wanted to try the shameful thing, he never wanted to give birth to children.

In short, his final bottom line is when the attack can, when the bear that can not.

"Why vomit? Do you discriminate against LGBT groups? How dare you? " Mortiton, the woman's wear boss, was angry when he was young. He yelled, "Rick! Rick! Here's a politically incorrect modi! "

Nurick, the cat, noticed him and rushed from the pool with a strange light emitter in his hand

"A wild modi! Don't go! Let me castrate you first and take your eggs for genetic modification! Let's make our home great again

But at this time, modi just felt that as soon as the chrysanthemum was tight, he turned around and ran away. He didn't want to carry out any physical transformation at all. This plan was disgusting. No wonder those modi in the backyard were all wrong. It turned out that they were all castrated modi waiting for transformation!

In this way, he ran all the way north, over a hill, into another territory of Rick.

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