Oh, my God! I-I-I know what I'm afraid of! I-I'm afraid that you'd never say that in real life! I'm afraid that if I jumped into a hole, you wouldn't even bother jumping in after me! Y-You'd just stand there and watch! This entire thing has been about me! You're not even in the Hole, are you?!
[Rick opens his mouth to reveal a black void within, and the Fear Hole Demon's voice is heard.]
Well, now! My associates here tell me you rustled up quite the score! Oddjob, your, uh, normal job, please.
[His butler, Oddjob Rick, leaves]
BRBig Rick
I can monologue while we wait. You ever wonder why I'm an overweight Southern railroad baron? See, I was cloned to be the mascot of a Citadel gumbo chain. "Get yo' mouth round it!" But Big Rick's Gumbo Hutch is trash now. Whole Citadel is trash now. And there ain't no peckin' order amongst the trash.
TRTrafficker Rick
What a utopia.
BRBig Rick
It will be, once I have the requisite Mortys. We can all be kings here, Mr. Trafficker!
[Oddjob Rick returns and passes Trafficker Rick his payment]
TRTrafficker Rick
Good luck with that. [leaves]
BRBig Rick
Don't go spendin' it all in one place, y'all! [to Oddjob Rick] Filthy degenerate. No accent at all.
I'm whatever I wanna be! That's the freedom of life as a clone! You wouldn't know – someone made you with sex! All those sweaty parts and nibbly bits! You disgust me!
HRHomesteader Rick
[laughs and coughs] It's over, man... your dream's about to be gumbo. "Get... yo' mouth round it."
BRBig Rick
You know me? F-F... Father?!
HRHomesteader Rick
Oh! [chuckles] Oh, no, no. Y-You're under the delusion of something called the auteur myth. Truth is, any big project is made in collaboration. Lots of delegating. I sort of... gave notes.
BRBig Rick
I don't wanna hear this!
HRHomesteader Rick
Good news... you don't have to. Au revoir, son. [activates a detonator]
BRBig Rick
You WRETCH!
[The new Citadel is blown up, along with them both]
You're about to learn the tragic fate of the Oak Point High lacrosse team, but this podcast won't cash in on their specific and particularly gruesome group decapitation.
I'm so confused, Space Beth! I hear-- I hear so many voices! I remember loving my Dad and then hating my Dad...!
RRick
That's just called being alive, sweetie. I wasn't there for you, and someone took advantage of that. But I'm here now. Your real dad is here, Beth, and he's more emotionally open.
[Beth breaks down and hugs Rick, who reciprocates.]