This wasn’t really what I wanted, but still... what a finale. Dense, mean, and ugly. Season 3 R&M isn’t sustainable, which the show admits in Ricklaxation when Rick tells his toxic self that if he were allowed to run things they’d be dead in minutes. Rick’s worst impulses have run his thinking all season, and the…

Me? I rolled Hard Light and I’m happy with that for most situations right now.

- “Morty, whatever you do don’t drop the truth tortoise!” *throws it into the infinite abyss*

After failing a succession of young women, each of whom viewed him as a surrogate father figure, he thinks Hollyhock represents a fresh start. She also has eight dads, which completely absolves him of any parental responsibility. And yet, here she is in the hospital - I think he blames himself for trusting Bea, and…

- The episode is Morty-heavy, which is a blessing and a curse. He delivers a million classic lines, and drove me crazy with his chatter. Justin was on fire.

I’m the world’s biggest proselytizer/advocate for Titanfall, but even I saw the insert for this and wondered who it was for. Titanfall should’ve hit around now, with CoD firmly out of the way and the first map packs of 2017 just far enough in the future that the shooter community is primed for fresh meat.