This is pretty amazing seeing Pillsbury Doughboy jsearles and Dr. Pockleface trying to make fun of the way I look.

All because the good doctor is hurt that I wasn't holding his hand during his recent ups and downs in life.

This wandering vagrant bashes me at every turn, and then cries because I don't suck him off for winning a poker tournament and wipe his tears when his dog dies. Maybe one day Morty will come to understand that I don't give a shit about what happens in his life, good or bad.