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Morty has been captured in an intergalactic prison and has been there for 4 days, only just now allowed to make a phone call.
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Morty anxiously walks over to the phone room, cowering slightly as the guards guide him past large creatures whom are spitting and fighting like they are in a boxing match with little to no rules. As he finally nears the room, one of the guards push him through the open doorway, quickly slamming the door behind him.
Morty jumps at the slamming of the door, unintentionally letting out a quiet yelp.
He briefly looks around, noticing that the phones are all arranged with dividers between them; sort of looking like a bathroom with just urinals, but the urinals are replaced with wall phones. He quickly stops gawking at the room's layout though; as a guard yells at him to make a call already, causing him to quickly scutter to a phone.
Morty hastily picks up the phone, so fast that he struggles to not drop it, juggling it between hands. Once stable, he quickly types in the number of his family's living room phone. He begins nervously tapping his right foot against the tiled floor as the phone rings, his expression scrunching with anxiety as it continues to ring for quite a while.
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Rick grabs a screwdriver from beside him on his work area in the garage, muttering something to himself as he works. Hearing the phone start ringing in the living room, Rick groans, waiting a few moments before rolling his eyes; setting his tools down to go see who could be calling the phone at... Rick checks his watch... 1:48 in the morning.
'Great, a random number... well, not too random, it starts with the numbers for a prison; don't know if that makes it worse or not....'
'Whatever,' Rick thinks to himself, 'I should probably pick it up; worst case scenario I have to kill a few people...'
And so he does; he picks up the phone.
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Rick picks up the phone, answering with a: "yello?"
[Through the phone] Morty can be heard, saying; "R-Rick! The phone works! O-okay, so... I might've gotten myself locked up in an intergalactic prison..."
. . . "Oh! B-but don't worry; it's not a galactic federation one..."
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"How in the hell do you get yourself stuck in a non-galactic federation prison??"
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"Uhhhh..."
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"Morty.."
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"by... accidentally stealing an endangered species?..?"