Looks like this will be a weekly thing

[forcegalactic]

[This whole week has been awful. This whole experience has been awful. Mordecai wants to go straight to his room and deal with his frustrations, but that's not what a mayor does. A mayor takes charge, a mayor fixes what's wrong, a mayor makes things better. Even if he can't do everything on his own, he's has to do something.

Two hours after the end of the trial, the living will find another note slipped underneath their doors.]

There's cookies in the kitchen. The dining room is ready for anyone who needs a quiet place to talk it out. I'll be in the bar if you need a drink, alcoholic or something more appropriate for the underage crowd.

-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy

[There's a pile of warm chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. Two more candles are lit at the memorial - one for the victim, one for the culprit - and Mordecai has left a pile of blankets from the storage room on one of the dining room tables.]

Comments

[rickdiculous]

[Rick raises a hand to immediately hush Morty.]

No, no. Jerry would. He'd - he'd very angrily read all of it. That's his ego, Morty. I-i-it's as big as my dick.

[mortyfied]

...yeah, I guess I can't argue there. [He'd definitely read anything with his name in it, Rick was right about that.]

But still! This isn't supposed to be joke - l-like a joke or something. It's serious! So they can know what's happening and know we're both okay... f-for the most part.

[rickdiculous]

Morty, I don't think you understand. [Rick looks at him with a face of DIRE SERIOUSNESS.]

I'm - I'm...Mr. Serious. I think Jerry needs to know that we think he sucks donkey-themed dildos. Urgently. That's - that's the priority. We need to put that riiiiiight at the top.