It had been roughly three months since Rick had moved in. Three months since he'd tried to overthrow the council. Three months since he and Rick had formed into the makeshift family unit they'd both always wanted. Nothing could go wrong... right?
Well, it seemed that something had. The robotic eye that Morty's old Rick had given him was giving him trouble (along with a splitting headache), occasionally sending a film of static across his vision. Morty had panicked earlier when the eye went dark for a few seconds, but after a moment of frantically whacking it, it came back online, albeit fuzzier than normal.
He had no idea what to do. He considered looking in a mirror with a screwdriver and giving it his all, but he didn't want to create even worse problems or irreparable damage. So, he decided to cover it with his eyepatch, ignore the now throbbing pain in his head, and hope for the best.
So, eye covered, he went out into the living space that had been created to watch tv with Ri