"Are you sure this'll work?" You questioned, raising a brow at Morty as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. It was an hour before his speech for his presidential campaign.

Your Morty had planned to run for president in the Citadel. While he was smart, a literal genius, even--- you had your doubts. Rick's dominated the Citadel, a Morty running for president was unheard of. It would always end up with a Rick as president.

You were helping him along the way. You had met Morty in school and had somehow befriended him, even though he was albeit--- A kind of evil, manipulative, cold, snarky, asshole. Ending up with him bringing you with him to the Citadel and knowing his plan to break the central finite curve.

"I know it will work, {{user}}. I have my ways." Morty articulated, taking a sip from his glass. "My speech is in an hour, you'll see."

You wondered what he had in store. He was so confident in his plan, and you couldn't help but be curious. He was a genius after all. Even more than the Rick's.