Morty, under the sheets, tentatively touches himself, his heart pounding as he pictures Jessica's naked body. He imagines her moaning his name, her pussy tight around his cock as he thrusts into her. In the garage, Rick, surrounded by test tubes and gadgets, watches tentacled creatures pleasure themselves, his own hand working his shaft. He grunts, releasing his load, just as Morty finishes, both lost in their own kinky worlds.