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We’ll get to third base, even if it takes an eternity.

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I’m gonna miss Dog World.

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I am a true romantic

Free falling

Love Addict 💕

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fingers in his ass sunday

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you know what day it is

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here’s for today

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Harharhar!

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Oingo Boingoing to a favorite song.

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Li’l Doc practice with Clip Studio

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CALL ME FIGHTER 

I'LL MOP THE FLOOR WITH YOU 

CALL ME LOVER 

I'LL TAKE YOU FOR A DRINK OR TWO 

YOU'LL GET OLDER 

MAYBE THEN YOU'LL FEEL SOME CONTROL

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Handsy Morty... What a real, uh, goof, right?

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Handsy Morty trippin’ at the Creepy Morty. The Rickless animal.

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Image profiles I made for all the boys I hold dear to me even if most have seen next to no action.

You got tried and true Docs, a Mortycast duo from the comic books, and a Rick and Morty who take mental fortitude seriously. Moreso the Rick.

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In my opinion, one of their best songs so far.

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Loving Parasite by That Handsome Devil, as told by Nutty Doc

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Doc managed to find his box and opened it up with his card. Inside was his portal gun, a regular pistol, and a switchblade. He didn’t bring much other than what he forgot in his coat that day. He quickly pocketed his belongings and set his portal gun to previous destination on the keypad. “Yeah, I know, and I know the easiest solution is to just hand you over to them. So you’d at least get a proper firing squad. But I gueeess I owe you one for that party… So -urrh- what dimension do we have to erase from existence?”  

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“the place where this all began”

“What? I mean, yeah obviously.” Doc looks over his shoulder then back at him. “W-what are you looking at? Wait, are you pausing for dramatic effect right now? ... You’re pausing for dramatic effect.” He buries his face in his hand and groans.

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Laser bullets were turning this table into swiss cheese and the dispersing crowd was leaving them wide open the longer they stalled. Doc yelled in frustration as he returned fire before ducking as low as he could go. This fancy schmancy place had a ‘no firearms permitted inside’ rule, and annoyingly enough counted their portal guns as weapons. They were sitting ducks out here. “Get your shit together, Brick! We need to get our portal guns back at the entrance! M-maybe we could Indiana Jones it? Remember that scene with the gong at that Asian nightclub? I-I’m grasping for ideas right now.”

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“well since my body guards are now trying to kill me, im out of ideas” brick goes with docs idea and starts to roll the table

Doc flips more tables as they roll closer to them and takes advantage of making a few shots in their direction before ducking under the new table to check the gun. "I counted six guys in front of us. Dammit, my dick shoots better than this piece of… actually it’s a pretty high-end model.“ Doc quickly concludes its just his nerves. He flinches as an energy blast whizzes through the table over his head. 

He stares Brick hard in the face. “I’m running for the bar.” Without hesitation, he gets up and charges towards the bar, leaps over the sitting table and ducks down. Now the assassins had to be on their toes, at least for the guy with a gun. Bullets fired over the bars direction. Doc quickly grabbed a bottle of alien booze and took a light sip of it, cause that’s what Spielberg would of wanted. 

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A john Williams score was swelling. brick looked around quickly for anything to use as a weapon or for an escape that doc hadn’t already used. He started to panic. just then a bullet whizzed by his face and hit a bottle of booze, splashing it all over his face.

In a moment of “fuck it”, brick picked up the table by the leg and threw at the men firing at them. then in a split second later lept behind the bar.

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Brick landed right next to him. “Dude, -euurhh- what the fuck? This is my cover! Now all of them are gonna be shooting at us!” As soon as Doc made that obvious a spray of hot plasma bullets fired through the safety of the counter’s cabinets. Liquor was spilling everywhere out of busted bottles.

Doc lay low on the floor and considered his next strategy quickly, he pulled Brick tightly against him and covered his mouth. “AHHH!! I’ve been hit! Man, I really didn’t think this drug empire business through, Doc!” Doc proceedly to cough violently. “Oooh, I should of listened to you, Doc! Oh my god, you’re dead! This is how I die! Curse my hubriiis! GAACK!”

Gunfire ceased and footsteps hurried over, quietly approaching the bar. Doc shot the first two heads that peered over the table.

The assassins cursed and backed off. “Which one has the gun?” “The one that isn’t dead.” “Which one?!” “The target, obviously!”

He dropped Brick like a hot potato and slipped under the swinging counter top door. Only to meet up with the bartender cowering against the corner wall. Doc pointed his gun at him. “Move it.”

“Enough, it’s four against one, just shoot him on my signal.” The assassins quietly changed their positions. They were suddenly distracted by movement in the corner of their eye. The bartender running for his life. Two more were blasted through their skulls in a seemingly lined up shot.

“Where the f- where the fuck is he? Did you see him?” “Shh! Shut up.” With only two remaining they were forced to go on the defensive. Looking into the distance of the booths and tables still peacefully sitting. Waiting for movement.

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brick got on top of the bar and jumped on top of one of the assassins, tackling him to the ground and knocking him out. the other assassin turned around. “how’d you get over there?”

before he could shoot, brick grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at his head. the assassin fired grazing bricks head and fell to the ground unconscious. “cheers”

brick stood up and looked at the two guys knocked out. “what is this, an episode of Giligan’s Island? everyone gets hit once and is immediately unconscious?”

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Doc peered out from the bartender’s hiding spot and walked back to Brick, his brow furrowed. “Great. I didn’t have to single-handedly take care of all of them.” He lodged a plasma bullet into each of the last two guy’s brains before heading for the entrance muttering to himself. “Where the fuck was security?” He kept a firm grip on his raygun.

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“Doc we godda get out of here quick! That was my security. Witch means something big is going on. They must be having a hostile takeover. I godda say tho, never thought they’d have the guts to finaly do it.”

Brick grabbed doc by the shoulder. “Doc we need to get to my safe house!”

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Doc pried him off. “Whoa! What’s with all this ‘we’ stuff? It’s your drug empire! Were you not prepared for this to happen?” he sneered. He power walked the rest of the way to the entrance. He made note that the doorway was on lockdown then hopped over the abandoned weapons check counter and started trying to match up his card with the storage boxes. “I don’t want any involvement with the shitstorm you started, Brick. I just wanna go home and contemplate what I’m gonna have for dinner and instead eat the rest of the box of cookies in my living room.. a-and drink, to forget this night.”

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brick calmed down and grabbed a bottle from the bar. “doc, you do realize they’re gonna be after you too now right?”

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Doc managed to find his box and opened it up with his card. Inside was his portal gun, a regular pistol, and a switchblade. He didn't bring much other than what he forgot in his coat that day. He quickly pocketed his belongings and set his portal gun to previous destination on the keypad. "Yeah, I know, and I know the easiest solution is to just hand you over to them. So you'd at least get a proper firing squad. But I gueeess I owe you one for that party... So -urrh- what dimension do we have to erase from existence?"  

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Laser bullets were turning this table into swiss cheese and the dispersing crowd was leaving them wide open the longer they stalled. Doc yelled in frustration as he returned fire before ducking as low as he could go. This fancy schmancy place had a ‘no firearms permitted inside’ rule, and annoyingly enough counted their portal guns as weapons. They were sitting ducks out here. “Get your shit together, Brick! We need to get our portal guns back at the entrance! M-maybe we could Indiana Jones it? Remember that scene with the gong at that Asian nightclub? I-I’m grasping for ideas right now.”

rickb-147

“well since my body guards are now trying to kill me, im out of ideas” brick goes with docs idea and starts to roll the table

Doc flips more tables as they roll closer to them and takes advantage of making a few shots in their direction before ducking under the new table to check the gun. "I counted six guys in front of us. Dammit, my dick shoots better than this piece of… actually it’s a pretty high-end model.“ Doc quickly concludes its just his nerves. He flinches as an energy blast whizzes through the table over his head. 

He stares Brick hard in the face. “I’m running for the bar.” Without hesitation, he gets up and charges towards the bar, leaps over the sitting table and ducks down. Now the assassins had to be on their toes, at least for the guy with a gun. Bullets fired over the bars direction. Doc quickly grabbed a bottle of alien booze and took a light sip of it, cause that’s what Spielberg would of wanted. 

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A john Williams score was swelling. brick looked around quickly for anything to use as a weapon or for an escape that doc hadn’t already used. He started to panic. just then a bullet whizzed by his face and hit a bottle of booze, splashing it all over his face.

In a moment of “fuck it”, brick picked up the table by the leg and threw at the men firing at them. then in a split second later lept behind the bar.

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Brick landed right next to him. “Dude, -euurhh- what the fuck? This is my cover! Now all of them are gonna be shooting at us!” As soon as Doc made that obvious a spray of hot plasma bullets fired through the safety of the counter’s cabinets. Liquor was spilling everywhere out of busted bottles.

Doc lay low on the floor and considered his next strategy quickly, he pulled Brick tightly against him and covered his mouth. “AHHH!! I’ve been hit! Man, I really didn’t think this drug empire business through, Doc!” Doc proceedly to cough violently. “Oooh, I should of listened to you, Doc! Oh my god, you’re dead! This is how I die! Curse my hubriiis! GAACK!”

Gunfire ceased and footsteps hurried over, quietly approaching the bar. Doc shot the first two heads that peered over the table.

The assassins cursed and backed off. “Which one has the gun?” “The one that isn’t dead.” “Which one?!” “The target, obviously!”

He dropped Brick like a hot potato and slipped under the swinging counter top door. Only to meet up with the bartender cowering against the corner wall. Doc pointed his gun at him. “Move it.”

“Enough, it’s four against one, just shoot him on my signal.” The assassins quietly changed their positions. They were suddenly distracted by movement in the corner of their eye. The bartender running for his life. Two more were blasted through their skulls in a seemingly lined up shot.

“Where the f- where the fuck is he? Did you see him?” “Shh! Shut up.” With only two remaining they were forced to go on the defensive. Looking into the distance of the booths and tables still peacefully sitting. Waiting for movement.

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brick got on top of the bar and jumped on top of one of the assassins, tackling him to the ground and knocking him out. the other assassin turned around. “how’d you get over there?”

before he could shoot, brick grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at his head. the assassin fired grazing bricks head and fell to the ground unconscious. “cheers”

brick stood up and looked at the two guys knocked out. “what is this, an episode of Giligan’s Island? everyone gets hit once and is immediately unconscious?”

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Doc peered out from the bartender’s hiding spot and walked back to Brick, his brow furrowed. “Great. I didn’t have to single-handedly take care of all of them.” He lodged a plasma bullet into each of the last two guy’s brains before heading for the entrance muttering to himself. “Where the fuck was security?” He kept a firm grip on his raygun.

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“Doc we godda get out of here quick! That was my security. Witch means something big is going on. They must be having a hostile takeover. I godda say tho, never thought they’d have the guts to finaly do it.”

Brick grabbed doc by the shoulder. “Doc we need to get to my safe house!”

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Doc pried him off. "Whoa! What's with all this 'we' stuff? It's your drug empire! Were you not prepared for this to happen?" he sneered. He power walked the rest of the way to the entrance. He made note that the doorway was on lockdown then hopped over the abandoned weapons check counter and started trying to match up his card with the storage boxes. "I don't want any involvement with the shitstorm you started, Brick. I just wanna go home and contemplate what I'm gonna have for dinner and instead eat the rest of the box of cookies in my living room.. a-and drink, to forget this night."