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'Rick and Morty' is sublime: Raising Gazorpazorp

The seventh episode of Rick and Morty is sexist, rife with toilet humor, and surprisingly dark– even in its throwaway gags. I loved every minute of it.

As ever, plot is secondary on Rick and Morty to character and tone. What happens isn't nearly as important as who it happens to, or your pressing need to shower after watching it. I kid.

Speaking of kids, Morty knocks up a sexbot! The impulse purchase at an intergalactic pawn shop (Rick knows all the best hotspots), Morty's robo-lover transforms into a hovering, humming sphere shortly after they've consummated their relationship. For the third time. Noisily. While the rest of the family is trying to eat.


Said sphere pops out a baby Gazorpazorp, a splotchy, red, six-limbed alien spawn with Morty's eyes and soon-to-be-receding hairline. While Morty bounces Morty Jr. on his knee, Rick and Summer are off on a madcap adventure to the sexbot's planet of origin to straighten out the mess. (I can't believe my spellcheck doesn't recognize 'sexbot'.)

Again– the plot is incidental. Rick sounds almost bored rattling off a startlingly precise description of what led to the technological downfall of Gazorpazorp's males. Sexbots. Lots of sexbots. (Can I type the word 'sexbots' a few more times? Sexbots.)

Rick and Summer steal aboard a nigh-Zardoz-copyright-infringeing flying head thing, where they meet the dominant race on the planet, womankind. They, too, have a pair of arms growing out of their heads, and they've mastered technology and telekinesis. They see Summer as an equal, while Rick is reduced to slave status. For a bit.

Morty Junior rises through the terrible twos, all the way to angry, angsty adolescence in the space of a few hours. Such is Gazorpazorp. Such is Morty Junior. Far more memorable than the antics of teen parenthood, is the sheer ton of baggage that Beth and Jerry still carry, firing off snide remarks at each other while Morty tries to connect with his son: a towering, hormonal, snarling beast with no thought or concern for others. (Your typical teenager, then.)


Meanwhile, Rick's cavalier attitude threatens to destroy the good will Summer enjoys from the lady Gazorpazorps– who are enlightened, listen to each other, and will persecute the owner of bad bangs with the dreaded silent treatment.

After Rick farts loudly enough to rattle the entire Gazorpazorp society, he and Summer are sentenced to death. Only Summer's quick thinking, fabulous top, and the fact that it was designed by a gay man spare their lives. "Mark? Jacob? These are names of the penis." (I did say the plot wasn't so important. Right? Right?)


Summer and Rick race back to Earth, while Morty tracks down his violent, fully-grown son, who is on the verge of destroying half the town. All Morty Jr. wants to do is destroy. If only there were a way to channel that aggression. Cue the friendly stranger! "You should consider being a creative! I'm haunted by uncontrollable thoughts of mutilation and sexual assaults on a near-daily basis. But y'know? I channel it all into my work." So saith Brad Anderson… creator of Marmaduke.

I'd be horribly remiss if I didn't mention the spectacular vocal talents of guest stars Claudia Black and Virginia Hey, or Farscape fame. My jaw dropped when I first heard them. It's nice to hear you again, ladies. Very nice indeed.


The show Rick and Morty has heart. (It keeps it in a jar next to the assorted remains of the show's ever-growing pile of casualties, but it has heart all the same.) This episode is no different. Everyone comes away from it a little wiser, with only a few thousand bucks' worth in property damage!

It's true, this show is not for everyone. But it is for us.

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