𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔦𝔩⋆ ★

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"Of course it's my first race war!" Juniper yelled, "It's like my second time in space Morty!"

"Let's find somewhere we won't die," Juniper suggested.

The kids nodded and they all ran behind a broken-down ship, "nice going Summer, you started a race war," Morty shook his head at her.

"I didn't start it they're the racists!" Summer looked at Juniper, "and I didn't do it alone!"

"Yeah, I have some blame here," Juniper said shyly.

"Yeah, right cool guys," Morty said sarcastically, "I'll have a super accurate headstone now."

"Hey, wait," an alien called, "what race are you guys," he pointed at the trio.

Morty immediately lifted up his shirt, "we're neither! s-see!"

"Yeah, take our word for it," Juniper said pointing between herself and Summer, "we just have regular nipples."

"Hey! these freaks have no race!" He yelled to the others.

"Well, I thought that would work," Juniper shrugged, "run guys!"

They took off down the road being chased by the aliens. Finally getting cornered, Juniper pushed the kids behind her and trembled in fear.

"Oh god, there's no place like home, there's no place like home," Morty chanted, "Remember? From Dorothy and the tiny people movie?"

"Yes, yes," Summer said grabbing onto Juniper's arm.

"It's okay kids, It's okay, I'll um I'll-"

The hoard of aliens closed them in, and Juniper had no idea what to do. Thankfully as soon as Juniper had lost all hope three guards fell from the sky blocking the hoard from them. Each one of them got snatched up into a ship and strapped in.

"Hello Summer, hello Morty," the guard greeted, "and um Juniper."

"It speaks!" Juniper chirped.

"It's okay you're safe now!" The pilot called.

"Unity?" Summer questioned.

"Yes."

"Oh, Unity I'm so sorry," Summer empathized, "I didn't know freedom meant people doing stuff that sucks."

"Oh Summer, you did nothing wrong," the pilot reassured, "I'm having fun with your grandpa, lost a little control. Probably shouldn't be driving a hovercopter. But hey it's not like this planet can take its business elsewhere."

"Um," Morty coughed, "should we maybe stop somewhere, splash some cold water on your face. Sober up a bit."

"No, no," the pilot brushed him off, "if I wanted to be sober, I wouldn't have gotten drunk!"