Morty the Mother Fucker
"You're kind of a- a bit of a sick... a bit of a sick fuck aren't you, Morty?" said Rick, arms crossed and eyes freshly rolled. "You turn eighteen and figure out the p-URRRP! -p- portal gun and this is how you want to use it? Sick little mother fucker, Morty. Literally. You're not right in the head." The genius took another swig from his whisky flask as he watched his grandson fiddle with the dials. Morty couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he punched in the coordinates on the miracle...
Incest