Morty wants something ... something OUT THERE. His back speaks desire.
As it happens, we know what he wants. He wants to eat grass. Sometimes he gets a few mouth fulls if we are unwary and he slips by someone going out. He's not supposed to go out. There are dogs and cars out there. He's never gotten further than the clump of grass and he's not going to. But he wants ...
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