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NumbRick had had enough.
The elderly scientist stepped out of the living room without saying a thing, the irate voice of his son-in-law echoing behind him.
"Oh yeah, just walk away! That's what you always do! Just walk away!"
"Jerry!" Beth's voice exclaimed.
"What! It's true just look at him. He won't speak because he knows it's true!"
Rick slammed the garage door behind him in symbolic defiance. Jerry was right, but that's not what mattered. He wouldn't be Rick if he admitted he wasn't right…he was always right.
Rick took a heavy swig from his flask, the burning sensation of the vodka numbing his lips and mouth. He and Alcohol had been long friends. Alcohol made the pain go away, it made him forget. Rick would even say it made him happy, if only for a little while. It was almost a punishment.
Genius can be too much to bear. Who do you reach out to? Who do you talk to? When the entire weight of the world and the universe is on your shoulders and the meaning of life is rendered pointl