I don't remember if I posted this boyo here or not but-

My ricksona :'>

Y'all could try roleplaying with him if you want, I also made his own Tumblr @ ask-mps-cringe

"Here at MPS, we believe that every Morty deserves happiness. Each year, over 10,000 Mortys are beaten and abused by their Ricks and other family members past regulation standards, so we stripped these families of their Mortys to give them the happy, healthy life they deserve

~Rick Sanchez, dimension B-869

For more information, call or text 1-800-568-SAVE (1-800-568-7283)"

After the large advertisement poster was put up outside the newly built building that stuck out from everything in the citadel with a blueish purple hue rather than gold and white, the male in the glittery suit stood smiling at the words neatly typed out over the faded pictures of Mortys having fun with their families, other kids, and even other Mortys. The building was flashy, like something Miami or Hairdresser would own, but he didn't care. He was going to be able to take care of something most Ricks hated even the sight of.

"Now we're in business..."