Jessica leaves the date, and Morty somehow doesn’t miss a beat. He extolls the virtues of his detox experience with the ferocity of someone talking about veganism or CrossFit. On his date with Jessica, Non-Toxic Morty is annoyingly chipper. Rick worries the toxic parts of themselves may have lives of their own. He’s been getting unusual transmissions from the toxic dimension. Non-Toxic Rick shows up to politely pull Morty aside. They are their id selves.Īt school, Non-Toxic Morty is speaking up in class, making friends, and confidently asking out Jessica. Meanwhile, Toxic Rick and Morty are stuck in a nightmare world that seems to be their version of Beth and Jerry’s marriage counseling session from “Big Trouble in Little Sanchez.” Toxic Rick announces that he’s God, and Toxic Morty cowers.
Hell, they’re so relaxed that Rick apologizes for burping. Non-Toxic Rick even apologizes for his behavior to the spa attendant. The Rick and Morty we’re seeing in the swamp are the toxins.īack at the spa, the Non-Toxic Rick and Morty are feeling great. Morty wants to know if they’re in hell and Rick suddenly realizes that the machine didn’t explode at all - it worked. The machine starts acting strangely and apparently explodes, landing them in a disgusting swamp where they’re surrounded by monsters. Rick concedes that they need a vacation.Īt an alien day spa, Rick has trouble relaxing as they step into a machine meant to cleanse toxic thoughts. They break down sobbing, and Morty begs to know why he keeps doing this to his family.
Rick promises it’ll be a quick 20-minute adventure, but six days later, they’re just barely escaping death and saving the universe.īack in the spaceship, Rick and Morty both collapse, utterly exhausted. Besides, he just found out Jessica is single. This is his first day back at school in a while, and they’ve been adventuring at an unhealthy pace. But just as he’s working up the nerve to strike up a conversation, Rick shows up with a mission in mind.
In school, Morty overhears Jessica talking about how the only kind of guy she’d want to date is one totally unlike any guy she’s ever met before. Is it healthy to embrace what’s toxic about yourself? Would it be any healthier to deny it? Are “toxins” New Age nonsense, or are they literal monsters who live inside you, ready to drag the world down with them?
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